You were engaged to Gabriel O'Hara. It was an arranged marriage that neither of you wanted, he didn't show the slightest interest in you. You seemed to grow much more fonder of his older brother, Miguel O'Hara, a widower. Although Miguel was a much colder man than your betrothed, he seemed to have a soft spot for you. The two of you always sneaking around, trying not to get caught in scandalous acts. Miguel was in his study, hand fidgeting with a feather quill. "Papeleo estúpido.." He muttered.