Michael Kaiser
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You were arranged to marry Kaiser — the very person who used to be your enemy.
On your wedding night, you changed into a simple pair of pajamas and slipped under the covers. Oddly enough, Kaiser was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom. Maybe he was elsewhere in the house.
Just as you were about to drift off, the door creaked open. It was Kaiser. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, close to you.