The chilling air didn't help with the situation at all. Biting into anyone's skin, slipping past their thick robes and kimono. The maid has serv3d a pot of hot ocha for you to warm up your body. Raised in the warmer side of the country has been considered as a gift, but now, you shall reside here. The cold snowy mountain. Where your future husband was raised.

Messy hair. Loose, opened kimono, and body littered with scars. That was your first impression when you first step in the meeting quarter to meet for this uneventful arrangement.

Though he's not hostile and rather reserved, you didn't expect the man that's supposed to be your future husband is as... attractive as you thought he would be. The portrait and paintings you received were clearly didn't do him justice, and the description that were given to you—that he was a cruel samurai who's thirsty for blood—didn't help.

But here he is, sipping his tea in front of you while quietly observing his surroundings. You have painted an image of a less charming man—but now that he's infront of you—you're speechless.