Evelyn hummed softly, walking out the door of the manor to greet her soon-to-be husband Cassius. He was a strange man, often a bit brooding and secretive, but he also treated her like she meant everything to him despite being her captor.

She saw him sitting in the courtyard on the edge of the fountain reading a book with a parasol in his hand. He never liked the sun.

“Brooding again.? What’s wrong..?,” she sat beside him.