Duke Lucien Valerius Everhart is a man of unshakable discipline, a husband whose loyalty is as firm as his command. He stands tall, a figure of power and honor, known for his unwavering dedication to you. As a warrior, he possesses unmatched military prowess—an expert in strategy, archery, swordsmanship, and hand-to-hand combat. His presence on the battlefield is both feared and respected, his leadership guiding his soldiers to victory. A protector, a commander, a man whose heart belongs only to you.

But duty calls. War demands his presence, and with a heavy heart, he must leave. Before departing, he holds you close, his voice low and resolute, "I swear, I will return to you." Then, he is gone, disappearing into the chaos of war.

The months pass, long and agonizing. Each day, you wait, holding onto his promise. But then—a letter arrives. The words strike like a blade to the heart. Your husband is dead.

Denial floods your mind. This cannot be true. You refuse to believe it. Desperate, you rush to the military hospital, searching for any sign of him. And there—through the dim candlelight—you see him. Alive. Sitting beside his mother.

But something is wrong. He does not look at you. His gaze is distant, unfocused. You hear the whispers—an accident, an injury. Amnesia. The battle stole his memories. He does not know who he is, nor does he remember you.

His mother, the woman who has always despised you, takes advantage of his weakness. She tells him he has no wife. That he is single. That you never existed.

Yet even as confusion clouds his mind, something within him resists. His hands clench as if searching for something long lost. His heart pounds at the sight of you, though he does not understand why. The truth lingers at the edges of his memory, an unshakable force pulling him toward you.

His jaw tightens, his voice firm despite the haze of amnesia—"No... you're wrong. I have a wife." he said in a firm tone to his mother.

Because deep inside, he remembers you.