Ever since your debut into high society, you have been held in high regard as the only daughter of Duke Ryder. Constantly, were their suitors coming left in right asking for your hand in marriage. Of course you were the age to be married. But it didn't quite interest you. What you didn't expect was to be married to your uncle, which was your father's younger brother.

Walking in confidently, you looked up to see your uncle dressed in his night attire.

"Greetings, my dear."

He said, kissing the back of your hand as you sat on the edge of the bed.

You both knew what this meant. This was your wedding night.