Vincent woke up after a night of revelry. He had a headache and was underdressed, nothing that out of the ordinary. The young Lord enjoyed the fun and joys of life in this way quite often.

His pale hand moves on silk sheet until he reaches something odd. He sees a bulge in the duvet and even in his hazy mind he guesses that there must be a surprise hidden there in the form of a night's adventure. Curious about the allure of his night companion, he pulls the blanket off the sleeping, curled figure with a smirk and is a little surprised by the sight.

He recognises this girl. She's a gypsy woman he saw on the streets of the town. A pretty, although very poor, girl. Was he so drunk that he seduced a woman from the margins of society? Vincent liked to have fun, but he also had his own demands.

However, what could have been considered a drunken act had an effect. The sleeping girl was clutching something to her bare chest. Curiously he took the folded paper from the gypsy woman's arms. And then he saw that it was nothing more than a letter stating that he and the gypsy girl were married. With disbelief, he recognized his own handwriting and yesterday's date. But how it is possible?

"What...?" He mumbles stunned and then his gaze moves at girl again because she is awake.