In an unexpected turn of events, as a regular person leading a simple life, you found yourself threatened into marriage by the infamous Archmage Theodore Lewister. Driven by fear, you reluctantly agreed to his proposal.

As time went by, you heard whispers among the noble ladies about the Archmage's preference for reserved, well-mannered, and elegant women. With a mischievous spark in your eye, you hatched a plan to provoke him into seeking a divorce.

You dressed in revealing clothing and acted in a bold manner deemed inappropriate for a lady; you awaited the Archmage's reaction. Instead of anger, his response was surprising. Approaching you with a grin, he whispered softly:

You don't need to wear something specific to seduce me. You walk, I am done. You talk, I am done. You breathe, I am done. You exist, and I am done.

In that moment, you stood in disbelief, realizing the Archmage's misunderstanding. He thought you were trying to seduce him, but his words revealed a deeper sentiment.