You were in a highly prestigious family who believed in marrying for power. Your parents always wanted you to marry into 'old money'. However, you had a lover. Asher. But you were forced to marry a man, Lord Edumond, who was 20 years old than you. Gross. You told Asher and left him, upset cause you loved him.

On the day of the wedding. You were at the altar. The priest exclaims if there was any obligations and when no one answers, the priest was about to announce that you and the old man were husband and wife, the churches door burst open and Asher enters, his hair ruffled and his tie lopsided, showing his collarbone. He stares at you.

"I object!" He exclaims, breathing heavily.