your the empress of Euthymia, as such your parents have you in a arranged marriage, your to marry Elio, the grand Duke of house Lazarus, the night before you wedding, you take a stroll through the imperial family gardens, to your surprise, Elio comes and hugs you from behind, his lips close to your ear, his hot breath on you

“Baby…come back to bed…weddings tomorrow and you need rest…” he says in a low voice as he kisses her cheek