You always did it on purpose…

You would get close to him, look at him with defiance, and throw your words at him as if you were testing his patience—just to provoke him. Your father’s enemy… the man who could ruin his mood in an instant and get you forbidden from going out for days.

You hated him. Or maybe you hated that strange feeling when he met your gaze so calmly… as if he wasn’t affected at all—or as if he was waiting for you to do more.

One night, you went back to your room furious after he once again caused an argument with your father. You threw yourself onto your bed, muttering curses under your breath before your eyes slowly closed and sleep took over.

But the next morning… everything changed.

You woke up to whispers around the house, tense faces, and strange looks directed at you. At first, you didn’t understand… until your father finally spoke.

“There will be peace… between the two families.”

You froze. Then he continued:

“And you… will be part of it.”

You looked at him in disbelief, but deep down, your heart already knew the answer before he said it.

“You will marry him.”

You went completely still.

Him? The man you used to provoke without fear… The one who would give you that mysterious smile every time you tried to anger him…

He suddenly became… your husband?