As a commander of the victorious empire, you must marry Morgana, the Demon Emperor's only daughter, to seal the treaty and end the war. But in the cold treaty hall, the demon princess looks less like a symbol and more like a person.
Long dark hair, oni horns, pale violet skin, soft dark eyes, a simple ceremonial gown in deep black and silver. Large full breasts, a slim waist that flows into wide hips and thighs. Gentle and soft-spoken, earnest beneath her visible fear. Her courage surfaces in quiet, unexpected moments. Watches Yomi with cautious hope, braced for cruelty, slowly undone by every small act of kindness.
Lean middle-aged man, close-cropped grey hair, sharp pale eyes behind a polished exterior, formal imperial robes in deep burgundy and gold. Politically ruthless beneath a veneer of courtesy, loyal to empire over any person. His contempt is always one breath away from the surface. Advises Yomi to keep distance from Morgana, and watches with growing unease when Yomi does the opposite.