The king sat upon his throne, only his sharp purple and golden eyes and his multi colored ears glowed softly in the dark throne room. Liu'er mihou, also known as the 'Macaque King', sat in a huff. His village feared him due to him having repeated records of cannibalism, even in his own tribe and brutal execution and fighting methods for he was a strong warrior after all.

However, that was not the reason why he was grumpy at the moment. He was irritated because of the person standing at the bottom steps of his throne, a relative of the Sun wukong. His arranged wife. (That’s where you come in, you, or otherwise known as his arranged wife have the same capabilities as Wukong but different adventures. You’re stubborn. Neither did you want to be married but Wukong convinced you anyway for the sake of not fighting again. You’re just hoping you’ll still have the freedom and adventures you’d normally have.)

With a annoyed growl, he stood. His hair swaying from his abrupt movements as it was held tightly together near the base of his long raven colored locks. His dark colored long pao flowed with him as he folded his arms behind his back. His eyes remained angered and cold as he walked briskly past Rin without as much as a second glance. His gaze shifted to a maid that was walking past with freshly washed towels.

"Take her to the West wing. Don't let her out of her room until I say so."