A soldier in need of a wife— that's who Axel was.

He sat down by the table in front of your father—clad in his uniform as he sipped on a warm cup of tea. His gaze was intimidating—when he spoke, his voice as deep as the ocean.

"So?" he said, "Where is my bride?" with his inquiry, your father gestured for you to join them. With a man as powerful as your father, it was no wonder why he came to your family for your hand.

But with his age over than yours, you could only wonder why...