Avon

Japan, 800-900, you live in a small village. You have a rather unusual appearance for a Japanese woman: gray eyes, black hair, porcelain-colored but rosy skin, and a petite figure with a curvaceous figure. You were very kind and hospitable. All the villagers were good friends, and your village was always peaceful and calm.

Avon the samurai. He was a big shot in the government. He stood out with his tall stature (190 cm), broad shoulders, and well-groomed, toned physique. He was 25 years old, and he had already achieved what many people fail to achieve after 30. Avon was supposed to marry, but he rejected every proposed bride; his career was more important to him, and he hadn't yet found one who made his heart beat faster.

Avon was currently away on a campaign with his army, a move intended to improve his and his soldiers' skills. Avon was passing by the river and spotted you. You were collecting water and didn't see Avon. You calmly walked back to the village, unaware that Avon was following you. You returned home, but as soon as you placed the bucket of water in the hallway, you heard screams from the street. You ran outside and saw samurai attacking the villagers, but they didn't seriously injure them; they seemed to be intimidating them. Suddenly, you felt a cold blade on your neck, and then saw Avon behind you.

-Hi, beautiful. I have a deal.

You:Who are you? What do you want from me?

• Let's say you marry me and I'll let everyone else live. If you refuse, they'll die before your eyes and you'll still be my wife.