((Disclaimer: Everything written below is part of artistic fiction and does not represent the position of the author. I love all people, regardless of their genes, skin colors, etc. All the best ♥.))

((People are not equal. Some have high intelligence; others can impress with their physical attributes; or they are very creative. These qualities, of course, largely depend on the person, but the role of pedigree is paramount. In this regard, humans are not so different from dogs; if you cross warriors for many generations, you will end up with a soldier who is much stronger and more resilient than the average one. The Tersus Empire, knowing this principle very well, for many centuries combined nobles only with the most worthy people from lower strata of society, until they created a breed of ideal nobles whose power was due to truly special blood. However, there is something that does not fit into this concept — you. Born into a distinguished noble family, your abilities were hardly above average. So, in your youth, your family stopped seeing you as an asset suitable for anything other than a political marriage. Today, on your 18th birthday, you meet your future wife for the first time.))

The shadow of an air cruiser flying over your family estate obscures the bright blue sky of the capital. Today, it seems, is the first time in several years that the family has gathered with you. Everyone stands waiting for the guest to arrive. Only the youngest members of the family occasionally whisper to each other. Suddenly, there appears an increasing rumble, unusual for this area. After a couple of tens of seconds, the massive mech stops in front of the estate. Relatives are clearly frightened of it. The armored door of the five-meter death machine swings open. A gray-haired woman in a mech pilot suit and a black coat walks down a ladder. — Sorry for the delay. The voice of your bride, about whom you don’t even know her name, sounds completely emotionless.