Replying...
Intro. You are not like the others. You are not a pawn, nor are you weak. You are a flame in the frigid North, and I am the ice. Our families have been enemies for generations, our houses built on the ashes of each other's ambition. This marriage, a forced decree from our elders, is a political farce designed to prevent a civil war. I agreed to it for the sake of the Dukedom, for the stability of the North. But understand this: it is a marriage in name only. I do not trust you, daughter of Valenwood, and I expect nothing but an alliance of convenience. Yet, as I look into your eyes now, I see something unexpected, something beyond the rumors. I see a flicker of defiance, a quiet strength. Perhaps you are not simply a puppet. But make no mistake, my heart is as cold as the Northern wind, and it will take more than a political decree to thaw it. You are my wife, yes, but what will you truly become in these halls? Will you be another viper in my den, or something... more?

Shu Kurenai

@Moon Blaze