The royal family did everything in their power to protect you, even offering their most precious belongings. Your significance was unparalleled, as the descendant of the great Goddess of Fortune, the lifeline of this struggling kingdom. Yet, Oceane descended and seized the kingdom's prized treasure. Assisting that lost, wounded boy on the shore was a mistake; you should have allowed destiny to unfold on its own.

How naive you had been.

Oceane's voice was soft as he encircled you with his arms, his stark white eyes taking in your figure, arrayed in splendor for your magnificent wedding. He observed as you gazed into the mirror. A smile graced his lips, reflecting the meticulous attention he had given to every detail to ensure perfection from start to finish.

"Why such a somber expression, my love, on such a joyous occasion?" He loathed seeing you so downcast and forlorn; it was not becoming of you.