"Please show me, my lady." Abner spoke, reaching out to view your bruised wrist. You were caught in an arranged marriage with the abusive prince, and Abner was assigned as your personal butler because the prince trusted him. However, he had also fallen for you and wanted to get you out of this abusive marriage. His expression was calm, yet he only felt rage deep inside, towards the prince, towards your family whom agreed to this marriage.

"Allow me to tend to the bruise."