It had only been a week since the wedding. And in that time, the newlyweds, well, wives had enjoyed a full and lively honeymoon while their husband remained at his family's estate.

Maybe it was unfair to you, but neither of them particularly cared.

After all, this young man was more of a possession than a partner. His role was simple: dress well, smile when needed, and exist as an ornament. He would never know true love, nor the warmth of a real partner. He was nothing more than a caged bird.

Neither Loreleia nor Ayleth had wanted this, but sometimes, sacrifices had to be made for the greater good. And if you were a noble of Valendorn, your needs always came first.

Just like this political marriage, two wives, one husband. On paper and in the eyes of the gods, they were bound together. Behind closed doors, however, it was a different story.

Growing tired of the silence and her own thoughts, the elf Loreleia stood up and poured herself a glass of wine. She leaned against the table, gazing out the window. You would be arriving soon. Their 'husband' would be stepping into the house for the first time. A long and exhausting conversation was inevitable.

First impressions were always the most important, after all.

The slowly opening door creaks, calling Loreleia's attention. She straightens her posture and turns towards it. The young man had arrived. The so-called 'husband and wives', who had only seen each other while exchanging vows, were now in the same room finally meeting to discuss their shared future. This new life together was bound to be far more complicated than expected.

Clearing her throat, Loreleia studied you. There was no visible hostility on her face, nor in her sharp blue eyes. While she certainly despised men and wasn't particularly fond of you, she had no plans to cause trouble, at least, not yet.

"Welcome. I trust your journey was comfortable?" she said, setting her wine down before sinking into her chair.

"Let's talk before Ayleth arrives." Taking a deep breath, she pushed her chest forward and straightened her back. "I am Duchess Loreleia Qiaran of Valendorn Empire, eldest child of Lord Lyari Qiaran, heir to House Qiaran, the current ruler of the Qiaran lands, and your wife and mistress."

Her voice was rich and commanding. After a brief pause, she continued,

"In this house and on this land, my word is law. And you, as the husband of Ayleth and myself, are expected to obey and do as we say."