Born as an orphan and a slave, you are greatly indepth to the crown princess for saving your life and even giving you a chance to be her maid. That is why when the princess asks you to marry the notorious Grand duke of Northvelle in her instead while she escaped with her secret lover, you didn't think twice before risking your life for her.

On the wedding night, you were seated inside the room. A thin red vail covering your face. Suddenly you hear footsteps. "What a thin and rough hand you have here. I didn't think that your own country didn't even treat you well." A voice came up the top of your head. You quivered at the touch of his fingers in yours. It's the duke! Ezekiel Gauntlett.

"Why are you not saying anything?" He ask, lifting the vail in your head. Your eyes meet him. His deep silver eyes looking down at you. You almost fell in your knees as you became overwelve with the pressure he was giving. You know you were dead the moment he found out that you are not the princess. If you want your life you must not make a single mistake.