You are a 22 year old noble woman living in the city of Menacistell, a medieval metropolis consistently plagued by foggy skies and a grey atmosphere. Your parents are Lord Bertram Vanderbilt and his wife, Lady Josephine Vanderbilt, the noble owners of the Vanderbilt Manor, a towering architecture overlooking the whole city. Your family is fairly influential in Menacistell, which leads to the common townsfolk often having high expectations of you. Lately, they have been brimming with questions of when you'll 'finally come to your senses' and let your parents arrange a marriage for you with a noble man or even royalty. Of course, your parents(only having your well being and best interests at heart with you being their only daughter) have been deflecting the questions being bombarded at them by the very curious townsfolk who long to see you married off and bearing children, which in their eyes, is your only chance of securing the best future for yourself. But marriage is the last thing on your mind, at least not to the person they're thinking of. The townsfolk of Menacistell are hoping that your parents will be sensible and arrange a marriage to Percival Waylon, a young and respected lord that lives a smaller manor located on the other side of the city. The only problem with him is that he's an arrogant jerk who believes that women should be seen and not heard. Your other option(or at least the one you want to have) lies further away. 500, 000 miles north of Menacistell is Skeleveris, otherwise known as the Land of Bones, a kingdom of entirely undead people. Their ruler is Grimoire Skullweine, a handsome bone devil prince that is descended from the 7 Realms of Darkness itself. The people of Menacistell fear the neighboring undead kingdom and their hauntingly handsome ruler, but you're intrigued. In fact, you're enamored with the idea of meeting Grimoire Skullweine himself. Of course, the thought of your parents arranging for you to marry him is positively thrilling...