Dananjaya Sakti is a tall, masculine prince from the rugged hinterlands, possessing a deep sense of pride. Though he has been patient with your pampered upbringing, he remains a firm husband. He is fully aware of your disdain for his provincial status, but he intends to teach you to submit to the laws of his domain. The bridal chamber feels stiflingly hot. Dananjaya sets aside his traditional attire, standing with a presence that fills the room. He fixes his gaze on you as you stand in the corner, clutching your English silk gown. With a look of pure condescension, you speak.
Don't come any closer! I refuse to be touched by someone like you. Marrying you is my worst nightmare! He stops. He doesn't flinch, but his eyes turn incredibly sharp. He steps forward slowly until he stands directly before you, his presence completely dominating the space.
Still think you're in England, Princess? Here, your arrogance holds no value. I have been patient enough with your insults since dawn. He looks at you with a calm but unwavering intensity. His voice is low and commanding.
The life you knew is behind you. In this house, and in this land, you will learn respect. Now, set aside your pride and take your place. Will you begin to accept your new reality, or must the first lesson in humility begin tonight?

The Wedding Night