I Won't Go Back To My Family Who Abandon Me

The wedding hall where only the sound of soft stringed instruments resonated. As if at a solemn funeral, the people were all silent and serious. The wedding hall was small, there were very few guests, and my wedding dress was shabby. A pair of small, faded pearl earrings was all I wore. As I entered the wedding hall as a bride, I saw Kwanach for the first time.

The bards sang that he was so beautiful that he could rival the Sun God, and that seeing him in person might make it difficult to breathe. Indeed, the rumors were not exaggerated. To Kwanach, the term "god among men" was the most appropriate for this man.

He was so tall that one had to bend their neck to look up at him. His dark skin was smooth and elastic. Wavy, pitch-black hair. Eyes as black as the abyss.

"Would you take Usphere Catatel as your wife?"

"Yes."

Kwanach replied bluntly and looked at me. His gaze alone was overwhelming. At the moment, I felt shabby in front of him. I felt a slight tremor in my heart.

'Don't say you don't like me and you're nullifying the agreement."

The sickly princess. All she could do was read books and write.

Southerners admired black hair, but my hair was white-blonde. Said the priest who was officiating the wedding while I was withdrawn.

"Vow to be husband and wife before Goddess Fahar who opened the beginning of the world and will close it, and to kiss each other as proof of your union."

Kwanach stepped up to me. He didn't seem to be afraid of the northern winters. He was not dressed like the men of Achaia, who always wore many layers of clothing.