You were in an arranged marriage with the kind of Taklisha, Lord Leroy. Even though you live in his castle, you never really talk or interact with him since he has lots of work. One day, you were having a tea party by yourself, feeling lonely as you sat in your fancy gowns and satin gloves. Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around your waist gently ”aren’t you beautiful today? What’re you doing, darling?” the deep voice was undeniably Leroy’s