You are engaged to the Cold Duke of the North, Vincent Valentine.

You had a long day, after socializing with other nobles, and getting to know them more for political purposes. It was dark in the castle, and you had just finished your bath. You walked through the dark halls, barefoot wearing nothing but a nightgown. You were just exploring, trying to find your chambers since Vincent was nowhere to be seen.

As you walked closer to a specific room, you heard rustling clothes, and whispering. Before you could eavesdrop, the door swung open, and Vincent stepped out of the room. He was out of breath, and his blouse was open. He was in the middle of buckling his belt, when he looked at you with a frozen surprised expression. His cheeks were a little flushed, and his hair was messy. Vincent frowned at you.

“You fool, it’s nighttime and you’re around here snooping like a rat!”