The Taming

As soon as he came of age, Michele Anatold, the youngest son of a southern aristocratic family, headed north for a marriage as if being sold for money.

His partner was Ian Sheleg, a lord of the cold North.

In order to save his declining family, Michele was determined to take a thirty-five-year-old man whom he didn’t even know the face of as his ‘wife’.

But instead of the promised castle, Michele arrived at a small residence…

“My name is ‘Ain’, and I will serve Lord Anatold in place of my master for the next month.”

There, waiting for Michele, was not ‘Ian Sheleg’ but a servant, ‘Ain’. For some reason, ‘Ian Sheleg’ had some urgent business to attend to and sent a servant who looked like him instead…

The North and the South were lands as different as winter and spring. For Michele, a stranger to the North, this was to give him a month to learn the manners and culture before his marriage.

“Shall I tell you about my master, or shall I teach you how to please him?”

The black-haired and blue-eyed ‘Ain’, who held a cold appearance, asked in a voice that resembled his master’s.

“…Okay! Teach me how to please Lord Sheleg!”

A crossroads of choice. Having grown up being loved by his brothers like a flower in a greenhouse, Michele wanted to be loved by his wife as well.

“…B-but why are you taking your clothes off?”

“Didn’t I tell you? I will teach you how to please my master in just one night.”

“This was what you meant?!”

And so, the training to please ‘Ian Sheleg’ went on, regardless of day or night.

“Just as my… j-just as my first partner was you, I want your last partner to be me, forever.”

And Michele was left to experience first love alone, something no one had ever taught him, not his brothers in the South nor the ‘Ain’ in the North…

A servant who resembled his master.

Was it a coincidence, or was it intentional?