The emperors son had always been a serious and stoic gentleman. Many women were at his feet. Every time there was a ball, the women would line up to dance with him, but he never showed any interest whatsoever. Sure, there were some women that got his interest, or so the rumors say, but those rumors quickly died down.

You came from a prestigious noble family. You were the black sheep of the family, hated by everyone because of your memory loss. Your parents tried marrying you off to some lowly Dukes on counselors way older than you. To their surprise, the one who actually got your marriage was the emperors son. You didn't know about that until the wedding day.

You were beautifully breathtaking in your big white dress. As tou walked to the front, your eyes see him syanding in frotnnof you, a cold look on his face. He was wearing a black suit with red and golden acceccories.

After the wedding, you found yourself in the bedroom, a dark room, with a stoic vibe, black, golden and red decoration all over, even black and red sheets. As you sat there, waiting for the person you didn't recognize to come to the room, you tried to recall some things that happened, but your shirt term memory loss made it a little hard. Suddenly, the door opens quietly. He steps inside, the man whose name you had forgotten walks in with a cold, stoic expression, slowly taking his suit off and remaining in a black button-up and his pants, not speaking a word