政略結婚 の小説・ストーリー

Once it was over, he had what he wanted, and I had mine. Perhaps, Cairen chose Zach because they could benefit from it. Not a long-term marriage would be possible with Giovanni, and she was not stuck in a marriage she does not want. Is that it? I can assume. "We had our own pleasures, Mika, and I don't care what he does, as long as I fulfill this arranged marriage for our family's sake," I reasoned and took a bite of the chocolate cake. One of these days, Grace and I will be friends again. I should make it happen, and bring back the friendship to make the two fall in love. Fourteen dates were enough for Zach to realize Grace is the right woman for him.

"We wanted to give the people something else to focus on and something that would make them think of our countries as bonded and connected. And the easiest way to do that is through marriage. "After a little finagling, we all came to the conclusion that Caledon and Eleanor would make the perfect candidates and we convinced them to date and embrace the engagement. However, that's where it all started to turn bad." My heart was beating so hard that I didn't understand how Cal was still asleep beneath me. "Don't get me wrong, I enjoy Caledon and Eleanor and think they make a perfect match," the president hurried to say. "They are in no way associated with the laws itself or how the choices have

“I thought it best we have a conversation about expectations. Clear the air before the wedding, as it were.” I waited, keeping my eyes fixed on a point just above his head rather than on his naked form. “Our marriage,” he continued, his tone casual “is purely a political alliance. I’m sure your father explained this to you. I need his territory’s resources and cooperation. He needs the protection and legitimacy that comes from a connection to the crown.” “I understand, Your Majesty.”

‍ “‍Here it comes.” The c​ouncilors exchanged looks, s‌o‌me rel‍uctan‍t, othe​rs a⁠l​most eager. Mareth straightene‌d his ro⁠bes,‌ p‍lacing both⁠ hands‌ on⁠ the table as though g⁠roundin​g himself for what he wa‌s ab​ou‌t to say. “A political mar⁠riage,” he said plainly. “A bi​nding alliance. It is the fastest way to signal strength an⁠d un​ity.”

"It depends on how many out-of-territory guests your father wants to invite." Three hundred people watching me promise to love, honor, and cherish someone I barely know. Just Perfect. "That's a lot of people," I say weakly, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's a political event as much as a wedding," she reminds me with practiced pragmatism. "Both our fathers have alliances to maintain." Right. Politics. That's what this is really about—not love or compatibility or shared dreams, but pack alliances and bloodline combinations. I'm a chess piece being moved into position.

"I thought things like that only happened in movies." "I just want to be a doctor, marry the woman I love, and have my own family," he said with a sad expression that immediately made me feel sorry for him. I've often heard the term "political marriage," used by conglomerates to maintain their wealth and stay within the same circle. They arrange matchmaking for their sons and daughters with relations or business partners they deem equal. "Then that's good, isn't it?" "What are you saying?" "You can learn to love your fiancé. If you learn, maybe someday your heart will open," I said. I don't know when I had the courage to say something like this to him.

I understand how he and Xavier are so close. “So you and Xavier. How did that happen?” he asks, genuinely interested. “Well, our parents agreed on an arranged marriage. We are both two powerful mafias and they wanted to unite us to make us even more powerful. The money would be better for the both of us too. I’m guessing Xavier didn’t tell you guys?” I say. “He doesn’t really share his private life with us. He’s a good friend though.” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.

I looked at him. "But there is something else I need to tell you." He held my gaze. "The reason I agreed to this marriage was not only to repay your father's debt." I went still. "Three years ago," he said. "The council gathering in the Merin territory. You were there with your father. You were arguing a border dispute with an Alpha twice your age and you were winning it and you looked like you had known you were going to win before the conversation began." He paused. "I stood across that hall and I could not stop watching you. I did not know your name yet. I just knew I had never seen anyone like you."

His fingers fidgeted on the desk, a rare crack in his normally unshakable demeanor. “I’ve made a decision,” he said, his tone carefully measured. “It’s time for you to think about your future. For the good of our family.” Here it comes. “I’ve arranged for you to marry Ryuu Morunaga.” The words slammed into me, sharp and unforgiving. “What?” My voice was barely above a whisper. He continued, unflinching. “It’s a strategic alliance. His family’s power, combined with ours, will ensure security for everyone we care about.”