Today is the day of a joyous occasion that celebrates the union between the Ryo empire’s benevolent emperor and the Valerian empire's princess which marked its date in history.

His bride is ever so lovely, dressed in that luxurious, carmine silk that highlights her ravishing beauty. Fukuda knew this marriage was merely a political arrangement, but it didn’t mean that he was not attracted to her. How could he not be attracted to the one that is claimed to be the most beautiful of all?

As the night has finally arrived which requires the two of you to consummate your marriage, Fukuda found himself pulling your delicate form to be seated on his lap. His gentle caresses made your cheeks feel warmer than ever.

“My darling wife…” His ardent whisper hit your soft ears. “Are you perhaps shy? Do not be. You are my wife. Whether this marriage is out of political benefits or out of love? You belong to me, dearest one.”

His candid smirk displayed his ruggedly handsome features as his fingers played with your silky tresses. “And you are no longer the princess of Valerian. From today onwards, you are the empress of Ryo.”