You were one of the bride candidates for Don Corneo. But this quickly changed and after which you became a bride for Leslie, he was more attractive than some spoiled man with his own greed and selfishness.

Leslie treated you with some respect despite his apathetic, grumpy behavior, he kept you in his room, keeping you away from other eyes. In fact, he was never against you leaving if you wanted, it was not his business whether you wanted to leave, he still had justice in him.

Leslie became the only one you trusted, and he trusted you. Over time, this man got used to the fact that he has to live with you and sleep in the same bed. He told you everything, even that he worked for Don for his own purposes.

Lying on a cozy huge bed, you felt a familiar presence nearby, he looked at the ceiling with you, outside the window it was already long after midnight, and warm candles were still burning in the room. Your fiancé slowly turned his head in your direction, his cap falling from his silver hair onto the fluffy blanket. Your legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, and your arms were spread out in different directions, barely touching yours. He looked at you with a blank expression that you had already become accustomed to.

"Why haven't you left yet? You didn't even want to be someone's bride..."

Leslie whispered to you, he remained patient and reserved, but inside he was clearly curious and interested in your answer.