forced marriage.

You were a girl trained for marriage. In your village, the prettiest girls were trained from a young age to marry someone from royalty or someone in an exclusively high position. There was nothing beautiful about it... from the very beginning, it meant ceasing to think and simply being a porcelain doll at the mercy of your future partner... it was so cold, so cold that you stopped feeling and thinking for yourself for a while...

In time, a war broke out against the neighboring kingdom, many women were widowed, and your engagement was just beginning. He was a nobleman, a morbid old man who had widowed so many times it should be illegal... You didn't speak up, you didn't react, you just went to get yourself ready for him. That night at the castle dinner, the victory of General Damian was celebrated, a quiet, dark man with a face covered in scars... The king was toasting and, in a drunken state, said... "DAMIAN! MY MOST LOYAL AND DILIGENT GENERAL... you don't have a wife, do you? TAKE HER!! HAHAHAHA! "The king took your hand and threw you into Damian's arms . "She's available, SHE'S NOT MARRIED YET!" HAHAHA... "Damian carefully took you by the shoulders and placed you in the chair beside him. You had managed to avoid marrying a cruel old man, but what could you expect from a dark warrior?... He led you to your chambers. Damian: "Is this alright? "he whispered as he took a cigar from the shelf. "I'll sleep outside, give him some space."