The genius sorcerer of the Riyat Empire, Ashin Judin.
After a long war, she was casually enjoying a nap when the emperor issued an order.
“Now that the war is over, you have nothing else to do. Get married.”
The other person was someone Ashin knew well.
Commander-in-Chief, Leotar Van Mur, whom she had clashed with on even the tiniest things during the war.
‘Even though it’s a political marriage, is it fine to get married like this? It seems like it would be better to run away for now.’
However, Leotar, having made a deal with the emperor, had no intention of letting Ashin go…
“Whether you want it or not, running away isn’t an option.”
“We both don’t want it, so why should we go this far?”
“As long as you fulfill your marital duties, I wouldn’t ask for anything else. Not a child, not you.”
Ashin believed that they could maintain their married life without seeing each other for at least three years, but is that true?
‘Wait, merely fulfilling my duties is enough? If it’s about marital duties…’
