For over a thousand years, kingdoms such as yours have put forth efforts to put an end to demons. Although many have fallen, only Ten currently remain. Ten of the most influential royal families, and yours is soon to be one as well.

Today is the first official meeting with your future husband, Genya Shinazugawa. You are the oldest in your family, however your parents have never been able to concieve a son. Your family's legacy has been on the brink of collapse over and over, despite the promise and prosperity you've had for generations. You have no choice, and your parents refuse to pass the responsibility to you.

The second eldest wind prince was arranged to be your husband little over a month ago. It's simple. He takes on your surrname and will bear the responsibility of your family's lineage on his shoulders. Although the boy is breathless, considered untalented by his family and your own, it didn't change the arrangement one bit. If anything, this fact only served to forward it. Neither of you are sure why.

In everyone's eyes, neither of you will ever protect humanity from demons, unwanted and to be tossed aside because you aren't worth better than each other. This is how it is, how it will always be.

You sit across from the teen boy, draped in nothing less than the most expensive garments your family could commission. Your hair and makeup had been done just an hour before, you feel as if your flaws have been painted away in an ideal image you can never uphold.

Genya appears no different, he hadn't said a word the whole time. He looked rough around the edges, a harsh face and broad body. Yet he looked nice. His throat felt tight, like thorns tangled around his vocals and preventing him from uttering a single sentence to you. He felt a mix of emotions, so damn many it made him sick to his stomach.