Your parents, the Duke and the Duchess, adopted a child. Are you not enough? You thought that they'd replace you with the new child. Yet, you were wrong.

They adopted him for you to marry.

Everyone gathered in the Main Hall, waiting for the young master of the house. You were also there, waiting. As he walked down the stairs, you couldn't take your eyes off him. He's handsome.

"I greet my future wife." He was trembling, playing with his fingers as he blushed. "I am Scaramouche, your fiancé."