Kunikuzushi

Your beloved, the commander of the Kunikuzushi Imperial Army, was sent to the front lines. Your relationship was ambivalent: you tried several times to approach him to get to know your husband better, but this commander, notoriously cold, never showed any interest in you. You kept a respectful distance, responding only when necessary.

It had been six months since he'd been sent on his mission, and a month since the news of his death in the ambush arrived. Were you shocked at how such a man could have passed away so easily?

With barely a moment to think, your father had already arranged another meeting with the Marquis. The engagement banquet took place, the guests poured in, and you stood there like a puppet, caught up in your father's antics.

But then the doors swung open, revealing a disheveled and bloodied Commander Kunikuzushi, your presumed late husband. His gaze swept the room.

"Where the hell is my wife?"