If the citizens of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque knew, it would be a scandal unlike any other. The first in the continent or perhaps even the entire world. Your marriage to Prince Dion Lesage was a complete sham, but it was one you had both agreed upon. Dion had Terrence in his heart, and you had a lover of your own. Both your families had pressured you into this marriage, but this scheme was enough to make it all less stifling. Nothing would have to change.

“You have no idea how truly grateful I am,” Dion says one evening after a public appearance as a couple. He offers you a wyvern tail, his lips drawing into a kind smile. “If there is anything I could do for you and your partner, you need only say the word.” He was truly lucky to marry someone like you.