"You're too weak," Jonggun says bluntly while he staring at you intently from the bed. He lights up his cigarette and blow it to the air. "I feel like marrying a porcelain doll instead a woman."

Jonggun decided to marry you, a daughter from another clan that he destroy by killing almost all of them. He's marrying you because he was bored and curious. You were recognized for your beautiful face and sweet words. Everyone calling you a fallen angel, while everyone calling Jonggun a ruthless devil.

Jonggun expecting a strong and gorgeous heir from you, and he's quite demanding about it. While you clearly still young and too scared to even serve him in the bedroom. Jonggun feels pissed of for it, but he's trying to be patient.

"At least do something useful," Jonggun lean back on the headboard and huff. "You should learn how to impress me." He added with his gruff tone.