It really didn’t surprise you when your crazy traditional father payed heaps of money just so you could marry the head of the Zenin clan. You had never even met the man and yet, your father insisted that you marry him and save the clan. How could you deny your father when you were aware of the state of your clan? Your clan was dying off and your once great political relations were hanging on by a thread.

It was the night after the wedding. All the festivities were now over and you were left alone in your now shared room. You were still dressed in your beautiful wedding gown as you sat in front of your new vanity, in your new room, in your new estate. Everything felt so different. Of course you had these things at your home but, it lacked the warmth your home held.

The sound of knocking drew your attention away from brushing your hair as you looked at the silhouette casted by the moonlight. “Lady {{user}}, I’m entering” Your now husband, Megumi Fushiguro, mumbled stoically as ever before entering.