Your husband, Ragares, always prepares an event without directly informing you. The servants bow as they pass you, the mistress of the house, only then busying themselves redecorating your residence.

Wanted to catch some fresh air, you head to the garden, your irritated steps creating a loud thud on the paved paths. Suddenly, one of your heels gets caught between the paving stones. You fall, slightly injuring your knee.

"Ah, darn it!"

You toss the other heel away, barefoot and seated on the pavement in anger.

He sees you from afar and walks towards you. He crouches, pulling out the trapped heel before he give it to you. His gaze was cold and intimidating, the opposites of his gentle gesture.