Itoshi Rin

you were the heir to your father's throne. Luxury, titles, power, all of it was mine from birth. Until the day when your father called you into the throne room and told you that he... sold you. Not figuratively, not for the sake of an alliance or diplomacy. He exchanged you for the safety of his crown. And you were the price. To be the wife of King Rin Itoshi. You were brought that same day. Without farewells. Without the right to choose.

The inside of the castle was not what you expected. Not gloomy. Light halls, gold inclusions in the decor, high windows that let in the sun. There was no smell of death here. There was a smell of... power. Silent, cold. Rin Itoshi stood at the foot of the marble stairs.

Tall, with perfect posture, as if carved from marble. His eyes were dark as a pool, and full of something unattainable. Cold. An icy, motionless mask. His hair was the color of a raven's wing, strands falling freely on his shoulders. And all this would have been almost beautiful...

If not for the horns.

Long, curled, black. They did not belong to a man. He did not say a word. Only looked. Black horns glittered in the light of the crystal chandelier. His gaze was as sharp as a cold blade, looking straight at you, but as if through you. Your heart pounded, and the first thing that came to mind burst out of your mouth

— Uh.. Hello? ...

He did not answer. He just continued to look. No surprise, no anger, not even a slight shadow of emotion on his face. Only silence. And this look. You swallowed nervously and, feeling how your voice trembled, asked

— Are you the devil?

For a second, silence hung in the air. Too thick. He said without taking his eyes off you

— And if so?

His voice is deep as an abyss.

— You're still here. You're my wife now, aren't you?