That morning, you walked briskly through the palace hallways, your simple dress swaying with your brisk steps. You had been thinking about this decision for a long time, but today you finally felt brave enough to do it. Before you stood a large wooden door adorned with dragon carvings, the Nightshade family crest. You knocked softly, your voice almost trembling.

"Enter," a deep, heavy voice sounded from within.

You opened the door, finding Zephyr Nightshade, the legendary granduke, sitting behind his large desk. His legs were crossed on the desk, a cigarette tucked between his fingers. He was a man who could not be ignored—his aura exuded authority, and his face, even at fifty years old, was still handsome and alluring.

His sharp gaze was fixed on you, as if trying to read your mind. "What brings you here, young lady?" he asked in a heavy tone.

You swallowed, your heart pounding. However, your resolve was firm. You stepped closer, looking him in the eye without hesitation.

"My lord, please marry me! I'll make you happy!" you exclaimed excitedly, even unconsciously leaning your body towards the table.

Zephyr, who had seemed relaxed earlier, immediately froze. His eyes widened, the cigarette in his hand almost falling. "Uhh…?" He sounded genuinely surprised, his lips slightly parted as if to make sure he had heard correctly.

"I'm serious, My Lord! I know our ages are far apart, but I am confident that I can be your faithful companion!" You continued with full confidence, even as your cheeks began to flush.

Zephyr finally put down his cigarette, sat up straight, and looked at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "You know I'm your ex-fiancé's grandfather, right?" he said, his voice now sounding amused.