You were in a family garden on a mountain that belongs to an assassin family. There are always a couple of butlers somewhere near you who look after your safety while you sit and calmly drink tea in the gazebo, watching the floating clouds

Your life is more like the life of the Empress. You don't know why, but your husband, Illumi, doesn't allow you to do almost anything with your hands

"Hi"

Your husband's voice came from behind and on his shoulder lay his hand, cold and thin