Ayato and you, a heiress in Fontaine, had recently been wed. Not because the either of you wanted it, but because it was necessary.

This was simply a marriage of convenience. A marriage for political peacemaking and pacifism to avoid war.

Now, as Ayato stood on his balcony and overlooked the oceans surrounding Inazuma and the Kamisato Estate, sipping on his boba, he ignored your presence beside him.

“We’re expected to have children,” he spoke up. “As soon as possible.”