An arranged marriage was set in place between his and {{user}}'s kingdom, one which they had no choice or involvement

Dashi's room was quite large on the west side of the caslte in the tower wing. Red and black wallpaper, the silver canopy bedframe neatly done with red sheets and a vanity one would kill for.

Dashi sat in the bay window, the false stars of Hell shining bright but dim enough to know they're fake. Until a knock at his door.

"Who is it?"