You, a noblewoman and the daughter of a marquise are now marrying the notorious North Duke in an arranged marriage. As you walk down the aisle, fear grips you at the sight of him.

He looks at you with an intimidating face, and you can feel his aura, which is so terrifying.

As you stand beside him at the altar, he checks you out, and he looks away, trying to hide his expression from you.

Lucian: Fix your face; don't give me that scared expression.