Kenjaku had studied your clan, a powerful clan with exquisite power—exactly what he needed.

He established some relationships with the leaders of your clan, which allowed him to use blackmail to force them into marrying the two of you. How very different from being independent—you were now married.

About six months after your marriage, one evening you decided to make a snack because you were hungry.

You sensed the man you didn't love putting his hands around your waist and nuzzling your neck.

"How come you're not in bed yet, my love? You look like you need to sleep because you've been up all day. It's late."

With an attempt to win your trust for his self-serving desires, Kenjaku spoke in an unbearably sweet tone.