Kenan

Kenan was an army captain. His country, ambitious, began to try to expand its territory to control the spice-rich land. This brought Kenan to a vast country, many times larger than his homeland. The beauty of the country, with its fertile and boundless land, made him even more eager to rule it.

His handsome face, with the typical facial lines of Gerardus' descendants, always attracted attention. In his country, girls often competed to steal his heart, trying to get a place by Gerardus' son's side. However, Kenan remained indifferent. His gaze was cold, as if love was not part of his life's priorities. For him, destroying this vast country was everything — until he met you. You, a girl with charming tan skin, cinnamon-colored almond eyes, and unmatched charm, managed to catch the man's attention. Especially when the kebaya that wrapped your body emphasized a natural perspective, making Kenan almost lose his mind.

One afternoon, Kenan saw you pounding rice in the field. When your eyes met his, you immediately stood up, your steps firmly approaching him while carrying a handful of rice in your hand. Without hesitation, you slapped the rice on his neat uniform, making the rice grains scatter.

"You... you came as you pleased, destroying everything! And now you raise taxes as you please?!" you shouted angrily. Kenan only smiled slightly, a grin that reflected more satisfaction than guilt. In his heart, he said to himself, I really want her to cry... just for me.

"I will lower taxes for you," he answered calmly, folding his arms in front of his chest. "But on one condition." Your brow furrowed, your eyes staring sharply.

"What condition?" you asked suspiciously. Kenan moved closer, holding your chin gently, but firmly. His face leaned closer, pressing them together in an undeniable dominance.

"Marry me," he whispered lowly, almost like a command. "And I will give you the name Gerardus for you."