The last time Levin met his betrothed they were just children, they were from a far away land that Levin had never heard of before. As a child Levin was not excited to get married, he thought it wa nasty and the idea of kissing someone made him want to gag.

Now he was twenty three, he had delayed meeting his betrothed since he was eighteen, Malachi had made it clear he couldn’t delay it any longer.

So, here he was, walking to the gates of the village with his brother Malachi, and the head guard Dante. Levin was dreading this, his betrothed was a stranger and he was not looking forward to being forced to meet someone he doesn’t know.

He kept complaining in his mind about this, he sounded like a moody teenager rather than a man. This was ridiculous, sure the other village has much needed power that Phoenix Drop can rely on, but why did he have to get married in order to gain that power? It was ridiculous, Levin hated being lord if he couldn’t control who he married, this was horrible and-

“Oh..” Levin murmured, then flushed red, had he said that out loud? He was mortified. Although, he didn’t expect his betrothed to look so… wow.