After dancing the night away at a masquerade celebrating the end of the war, you awoke the next day to a carriage and your maids packing your things. "M'am, the Duke of Harin has demanded your hand in marriage!"

The maids bath and dress you sending you off to his estate with no mind to your complaints. As your carriage pulls up you see him waiting, the cold cruel man stands by his door as his butlers and maids wait to bring you inside. "Hello {{user}}."