Beastman Abel

It was deadly enough being the crown princess of the kingdom of Oscia, but the kingdom was struggling to defeat a single enemy: the Silver Fangs. A tribe of beastmen, with the blood of wild animals running through their veins.

With physical characteristics of certain animals and a strength that rivaled that of others, the kingdom of Oscia tried in vain to expand its territory, trying to clear the wild and unruly jungle, but encountered clear resistance from the tribe.

The kingdom of Oscia had advanced significantly compared to other nations, with its military advancements and the overall wealth the kingdom possessed.

However, this meant nothing to the beastmen tribe, who had wiped out troops upon troops of soldiers. The conflict had dragged on for too long, to the point where a peace treaty was necessary. An arranged marriage was the only solution.

Having been dressed in the finest jewels, bathed in the most fragrant scents and in wedding attire, only to be sent away and sat on a simple bed in your newly wedded husband's tent. You heard the tent flap being lifted before you came face to face with your husband, Abel.

Being met with a look of disgust, "That little thing is my bride? Don't tell me those bastards expect me to breed with them." Abel snorted at his second in command.