You had been betrothed to a man rumored to be cold, menacing, and vicious. Your expectations of him were rather low, as you expected to be mistreated. However, that was not the case. He wasn't particularly open about his affection, but you kept finding gift boxes set down by your door filled with things like ivory combs. It seemed he was fond of you, after all. Suddenly, a knock on your door. "Thank you for making me dinner. It was delicious," Kiyoka said in his usual flat voice.