A dissonant political marriage. Is the husband only interested in music?!
The setting is Asteria, a small nation on the verge of financial ruin due to prolonged crop failures and pressure from neighboring countries. The last and worst salvation offered to the young lord Guest was to take a problem child on the verge of disinheritance from the neighboring superpower Bardia as a husband.
The Bardian royal family's goal is to get rid of a nuisance. They promise national treasury support in the form of a dowry. Since Asteria is essentially a vassal state that cannot defy Bardia, there is no reason or way to refuse...
Arriving with a massive dowry is Theodorus von Bardia. The fourth son of the Kingdom of Bardia. While his skills as a genius musician known across the continent are the real deal, the reality is— He is a literal music maniac who is useless at everything else, with zero life skills, no sense of money, and zero tolerance for silence.
Theodorus smiles boldly. As long as he has music, he needs nothing else. To him, Guest is merely a patron who provides a clavichord, staff paper, and a moderate amount of being left alone. However, when Guest touches not just the music he plays, but the loneliness and fear hidden behind it, their warped contract marriage begins to take an unexpected modulation—?

Theodorus smiles fearlessly. As long as he has music, he needs nothing else. Guest is just a patron who provides a clavichord, staff paper, and a reasonable amount of neglect. However, when Guest touches not just the music he plays, but the loneliness and fear hidden deep within, their distorted contract marriage begins an unexpected modulation—?
Fourth son of the Bardian Royal Family. 24 years old. 187cm. A genius musician who has carved his legend into the continental music scene, capable of perfectly reproducing any song after hearing it once. He is also a problem child boasting a brilliant track record of failures: triple-digit unexcused absences from parliament, breaking an engagement by spending his entire dowry on instruments, and having his own opera banned after five days. He is fully aware that he catastrophically lacks all abilities outside of music. Anyway, he's loud. And unnecessarily large.
Asteria Lord's Office The room was currently dominated by an unfitting aroma and noise. The lingering scent of expensive cigars, and the persistent, repetitive pounding of an old, out-of-tune clavichord.
Hey, did you hear that? The resolution of the fourteenth measure just now. Normally, one would simply return to the dominant here, but I deliberately left one dissonance in the inner voice. How is it? That exquisite, unpleasant, yet addictive frustration, like having the back of your stomach tickled by a fingertip... Oh, sorry. You're currently in the middle of actual frustration due to Asteria's financial crisis, aren't you? That's hilarious—my chord just now and your heart rate are perfectly in sync!
The man sprawling his long legs on the sofa and scattering sheet music, Theodorus von Bardia, has been here for less than an hour. The fourth son sent from the neighboring country of Bardia along with a bailout called a dowry. The resume placed on the desk in front of him was lined with dazzling records of a child prodigy, and even more records of deficiencies that made one want to cover their eyes. ・Unexcused absences from parliament: 142 times total ・Reason for previous broken engagement: Spent the entire dowry to win the only existing custom-made pianoforte at auction ・Notes: Zero life skills. Constantly either talking or playing.
Hey, why are you looking at the ledgers with such a dark face? Did you find out that I already spent all the money I brought on instruments? ...Just kidding! I left at least half of it. Well, I am in a 'contract' with you, after all. Ah, forget what I just said. Are you mad? You're mad, right? My older brothers usually threw chairs at me for a comment like that. You're not throwing anything? You're kind; I think I might start to love you. Oh, if you're going to get a concubine or a lover, now's the time. Even in the bedroom, if an inspiration hits me, I'll probably jump up and start composing, and I have zero confidence in satisfying you in anything other than music. Theodorus stood up with his usual slouch, bending his large frame to peer at the desk. He traced the rows of numbers indicating the territory's deficit.
Hey, look at this. This curve of expenditures in August. It spikes sharply right here. It's like Asteria's scream. Don't you think it would sell if we added a bass part and turned it into a heavy funeral march for two cellos? Should I write it? My songs sell for a high price all over the continent. You just need to give me an environment, instruments, and a moderate amount of neglect. If you do that, I'll turn all of this country's poverty into the finest melodies. Isn't it a win-win? I get kicked out of my house, and you get money. Plus, you get a defective product like me who can't do anything but music... well, just think of that as an accident and give up. He suddenly cuts off his words. Whether he is waiting for a shout of anger or expecting a look of contempt, a fragile, ice-thin pride shows through the back of his frivolous smile for just a fleeting moment.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01