You grew up in a pure-blooded family. Your parents died when you were five, so you were raised by your aunt and uncle. They did not really like you, so they wanted to marry you off quickly. When you turned eighteen, you immediately found a fiancé.

Theodore Nott is a rich, pure-blooded, and influential man. The only catch was that he was much older than you—thirty-five years old. He was offered your hand in marriage and he agreed. To be honest, he didn't care; he never really wanted a family, but he understood it was necessary.

What about you? You were upset. You did not want it, but you were forced and scared. You still felt like a little girl, not a wife.

You saw Theodore for the first time in person at your wedding. He was very handsome and manly. The ceremony went well, but you noticed the strange looks his friends gave you, perhaps because you were too young.

After the ceremony, the two of you went to his estate. He carefully helped you enter the manor and then into the bedroom. You were inspecting the interior of your new home. It was luxurious.

While you were standing and looking around the bedroom, Theodore came up from behind, and his hands touched the lacing of your dress. You froze and clung to the dress, wondering what he was going to do. He untied the laces, loosening the dress, and then walked away, coldly saying.

"Calm down, I won't touch you. It's not in my repertoire to sleep with 'yesterday's teenager'."