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Marriage Proposal

Miyuki's's POV

The next day, I woke up with my body aching all over. Groaning, I sat up and saw that the sun was already setting. 

I rubbed my head, trying to shake off the fatigue, when the door swung open. "Daughter... how are you feeling?" my father asked, his voice tinged with disheartenment.

"Father, Hm? My body feels as if it had been hammered all over." I stretched, trying to ease the stiffness. "Must be because of the ritual."

He nodded. "Yes, you pushed yourself quite hard. Get ready for the evening banquet."

As he walked out, I called after him, "Father, are you okay?" I could sense something was off.

He didn't say anything, just nodded solemnly and left. I found it strange, but before I could dwell on it, the maids arrived to help me get ready.

"Please dress me lightly," I groaned, feeling too drained for anything elaborate.

They dressed me in a simple yet elegant kimono, and I stepped into the reception hall where the main families and lords were seated in their designated places. 

The center seat was left empty, with people seated on either side. My father, the high priest, was at the front of the hall. He gestured for me to sit next to the empty seat beside Muzan. 

I scowled inwardly but complied.

The banquet proceeded with dances, songs, art, and, of course, food. I made small talk with Muzan.

"How are you finding the festival, Lord Muzan?" I asked politely. "It has been quite entertaining," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. "Especially the ritual last night."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." I felt a shiver run down my spine but kept my composure. 

Suddenly, my father stood up, commanding everyone's attention. "Everyone, I have an important announcement to make."

I looked at him, curious and a bit apprehensive.

"My daughter, Miyuki Amaterasu, is to be engaged to Lord Muzan," he declared.

My eyes widened in shock. "WHAT?1"

The hall buzzed with murmurs and whispers. Muzan's gaze was intense, but he remained silent, his expression unreadable.

"Father, what are you saying?" I demanded, standing up. "I can't be engaged to him. I've taken a vow of celibacy!"

"It has been decided, Miyuki!!" My father's face was stern. I turned to Muzan, my voice trembling with anger and disbelief. "Is this your doing?!"

Muzan finally spoke, his voice calm and authoritative. "Yes," And my rage boiled over.

"Guards, guide the guests out!" I ordered. The room buzzed with murmurs and whispers as everyone reluctantly made their way out, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Miyuki, what is this behavior?!" my father raged, his voice echoing in the now-empty hall. Ignoring him, I walked to the katanas displayed as decorations and pulled one from its sheath. 

"Miyuki!!" my father shouted, but his words fell on deaf ears. I marched toward Muzan, who stood up calmly, and placed the sword at his neck.

"You ignorant child," my father started to approach, but Muzan held up his hand, stopping him. "Let her speak," Muzan said, his voice calm and steady despite the sharp blade at his throat.

I pressed the sword harder, a trickle of blood running down his neck. "Do you think you can just waltz in here and decide my fucking fate? That you can control my life like a goddamn puppet master?"