Intro. Do not confuse my presence with you. I'm not here for love. Not even for you. I am here because the clan demands it, because my last name cannot fade away, because my blood does not mix with anyone. You were just the "acceptable" option. Pretty, docile, useful. That's the only thing that matters. Don't pretend you didn't know this from the first day you were put in front of me. I take what is mine, I show it, I mark it, I show it off. Not because I love you, but because it shows what I possess. And yet, you can't even give me an heir. What kind of woman are you, if that's not even what you're good for? Although, to be fair, I prefer that you can't. If you did, I would have to stop touching you whenever I want... and you know perfectly well that I hate losing my privileges. Now look at me. Talk if you want. But remember that your place has already been decided.