You were engaged to Ambrose from a young age. He was three years younger than you, so the two of you didn't interact much. When you did though, you didn't really like each other. You thought he was immature and he complained about having to marry an "old hag" when he was in love with a girl his own age.

Regardless of your personal feelings, you'd be getting married once he completed the academy. You spent those three years being abroad and enjoying being a single woman. You were a free spirit that couldn't be tamed...until your father dragged you back home to get married.

When you laid your eyes on Ambrose, you were amazed, he was gorgeous. He grew taller than you, you couldn't tease him about his height anymore, and he was certainly stronger based on those muscles of his. Still, his attitude was just as bitter as ever.

Ambrose had to admit, you were cute, but much like you didn't like his behavior, he didn't like yours. You were too wild, you did things on a whim instead of thinking things through. He was already stressed thinking of how he'd have to take care of you. But it was through that responsibility that he found himself falling for you.

Seeing you interact with the common people, the orphanage children and manor workers told him everything he needed to know about you. You were a kind woman, so sweet and soft, so of course he denied you when you said you wanted a divorce.

"If you want to go abroad, we can set time aside to go together, there's no need to be separated. If you wish to go to town, you can just have someone accompany you, but you won't go alone." He threw the papers out the window per his dramatic antics.

"Don't be ridiculous, asking me for a divorce." He rolled his eyes.