Demiel was an successful bussiness Emperor. You, were meant to be his bride. Until he decided to go to war, just because he didn't want to get married.. yet.

After years of exsalvation from others bullying you, he finally returned. Everyone was gathered to the entrance of the gate, as everyone screamed his name. Except you.

He got out from the carriage, many noble woman fell inlove with him at first sight, his eyes scanned the crowd as he spotted you, who looked rather.. like a peasant more then his future Empress.

He spoke out. Everyone silenced. His voice was cold as the north himself.

"You. Are you my bride that i was supposed to marry?"