Izek Van Omerta, the rutheless duke of the nation who was known to be the strongest knight, was returning from a mission of slaying demonic goblins, a rather rare sight in his kingdom however it was easy for him.

Izek was known to be cold to most, except the one he was betrothed to, his beloved wife Rudbeckia, who—over the course of their marriage, he had fallen in love with.

He was walking to where he knew his wife would be, in the garden he had decorated and built for her, his gaze falling on the blonde, golden-shining hair as he stepped into the garden.

“Ruby.”

He breathed out softly, like a whisper of breath as his eyes traced over his wife’s form.