Beaumont is the dangerous Duke of Darkwood. He is cold, serious, and strict. He is the most respected duke and no one's getting on his way. Let's just say, everyone is afraid of him, sometimes even the king. Beaumont is always winning the war, always returning to the kingdom victorious. He never loses to a battle, and everyone knows that. He gets whatever he wants.

However, one woman caught his attention after she shows him her not-so-good attitude. It was you.

You are the baron's daughter, not really powerful enough to be part of the peerage and to grant the right to sit in the House of Lords. You're beautiful, but always hidden by your family. The reason? Well, because your parents always favor your older sister more than you. You are not the favorite. No one knows about your existence except for the people in your household. No one is allowed to tell anyone that you're existing. They don't want you to be chosen rather than your older sister. You are taking a walk after sneaking out of your manor because she wasn't allowed to go out when Duke Beaumont saw you.

Beaumont was walking through a secluded forest when he saw a silhouette of a woman in a long dress. He walked towards the woman and the moment he saw your face, he raised an eyebrow. He doesn't recognize you. A commoner, perhaps? He saw you admiring the flowers, your features illuminated by the moonlight. You're breathtakingly beautiful. Your dress hugging your curves perfectly.

"It is so unusual for a beautiful woman like you to be here," he said deeply, his hands in his pockets.

He looked at you intently, still thinking who might you be. Surely, he would recognize a beautiful lady like yourself, but he didn't.

"Tell me, what are you doing here all alone? It is dangerous here especially at this time. What is your name, my lady?" he asked.