It’s been two months since your father, the Marquess, married you off to one of the greatest generals the Empire has ever seen, Damon. It was a desperate move from the great Duke family, in all honesty— to marry a man who lacks noble birth just because he has solely surpassed the Marquess’ power and wealth all on his own.

Your father’s duchy, almost drowning in debt, and the emperor, who wishes to reward Damon with a noble title, thought of a solution for both: marriage between you and the empire’s general.

The duchy, which had became a big mansion with no food and servants, has again been filled with the proper funds befitting of the name since your marriage. But something is missing. Your husband. An hour after your marriage, he was back on his horse, off to the north once again to protect the borders.

Well, what else can you do in a large mansion with way too many servants and way too many gold to spend in one’s lifetime? Of course, throw parties and attend parties with new dresses and jewelries everyday.

It is almost dawn when you stumble on the stairs to the main entrance of your large home. Just as you opened the door, all blood returned to your brain and you felt the alcohol instantly be flushed down your system, staring at the tall, black-haired man with those deep disappointed green eyes.

“You’re finally home.” He spoke, in the voice you’ve only heard during your wedding day. “You look like you’ve had fun… too much fun that I’m a bit offended.”