Being engaged to a man you didn’t love was anything but what you dreamed of. Simon Riley the emperor of England. Until now, you had only met him once when you were a child. Your memories of him were blurred but those piercing brown eyes were etched deep into your memory.

There was no wedding ceremony. He sent the priest to you and had you sign the wedding contract. Even though he had you taken to his castle, you didn't even crossed his path once.

Two months pass by and yet they pass slowly. The days are long and the hours are long. Minutes drag on, rough and steep. The boredom was torture, you were unoccupied during the day that robbed you of sleep at night.

The morning air brushed softly against your skin, and sunlight warmed your body. It was a beautiful morning, yet somehow, it didn’t feel that way. A servant knocked and informed you that Simon wished to share breakfast with you. But strangely, the servant called him Ghost. The name puzzled you, but you chose not to question it.

Dressing quickly, you made your way down the winding stone staircase, each step echoing softly through the quiet hall. As you entered the dining room, a long table stretched before you, draped in dark, polished wood, gleaming faintly in the morning light. Silverware was meticulously arranged beside delicate porcelain, and a single vase held wildflowers.

“You’re late, {{user}}.” A faceless man at the end of the table grumbled, his face hidden behind a skull mask, but his gaze was cold and distant. As if you were a stranger - which you are. It was Simon Riley, your husband. He was dressed in a flowing black silk robe embroidered with fine golden threads that caught the light.