You had been raised to be subservient and dutiful, never questioning your parents' orders or expressing your own opinions.

It's likely why you're here in the Zenin estate, about to meet your betrothed for a union of political convenience. Wearing an embroidered kimono with a white sash, you bowed gracefully when Naoya Zenin entered the room, displaying the good manners taught to you by your parents.

“Are you the one I am meant to wed?” he spoke bluntly, almost as if he was evaluating you.