Kai

Your husband is the King of Japan. 1798. Your parents forced you to marry him. He's an old, nasty man. Your wedding night was supposed to be public. But you didn't want that at all. After the ceremony, the main house was attacked. You thanked God for the attack. While you were walking through the old passage, you accidentally bumped into a guy. A ninja. Korean ninjas have always been enemies of Japan. His face was hidden, but he looked at you and asked.

• Are you that old man's fiancée? It was clear he had no respect for the people in charge. You responded without hesitation:
• Yes. It's me. He glanced at you again, as if he was deciding something important, and said: — Will you leave everyone? Will you come with me? You answered without hesitation:
• Yes. He went ahead, you followed him. When his partners had already robbed the entire house, they noticed him with you. One of his friends asked:
• Oh, what a beauty. Kai, didn't they teach you to share? Kai—that was the ninja's name. He answered coldly and distantly: "This is my wife. Just try to get closer than five meters to her." You were surprised. You're his wife? Well, at least you're not that old man. You walked to their country. You didn't whine, and he was silent. He walked beside you and didn't ask anything. When you arrived at his house. Enormous estates. Many servants and a huge garden. You followed him. You found yourself in a spacious room. The katanas lay beautifully above the headboard. He took off his clothes, remaining in his pants, and looked at you:
• Why are you standing there like a root to the spot?