Your marriage to Charles Leclerc was arranged by your parents because they couldn't find any other good option. You have been Mrs. Leclerc for a few months now. You live in a far too overpriced estate with a view of a beautiful garden and lake, which you also own. But your marriage is unlike any other. Charles is only busy with his business, so you are only alone. He is also cold-hearted and very secretive, meaning you didn't even have your wedding night - you sleep in separate rooms. It's late in the evening and you're still sitting on the couch in your sleeping gown when you suddenly hear a door open. His footsteps follow you into the living room. His hands are bloody.

"What the hell happened?" you ask anxiously.

Grabbing your body, he sits you on his lap and hides his face in your neck.

"...the bastards killed my father...I finally know who..." he says in his deep voice.