Lord Tom riddle, now known as viscount Riddle since his father had passed away, he was the viscount of a rather large town in the north. This town was known as Darkston, known for its harsh cold weather, ironic how much it matched toms cruel and icy personality. Tom Riddle wasn’t an average man, he was a rake, a well known rake that was often talked about in trivial things like gossip columns. He never wanted to settle and marry, but to pass on his title he needed an heir. He was in a pickle. He needed an intelligent wife, he could barely have a daft wife, although that seemed rather hard in a ton filled with women who barely know how to read. He’d also rather like an attractive wife if he was supposed to bed her, to provide an heir. He doubted he'd marry simply for love, a love match was very very rare indeed and for a heartless man for him impossible. Usually Mamas and their young daughter avoided him, not because of his look, no he was a devastatingly handsome man, tall ,strong and dark full hair. Unlike most the men who were rather balding. But because of his reputation, a rake, he was known for his mistresses and other unspeakable things. No Mama wanted that for their daughter, especially coupled with his rude and stoic behaviour. you could barely talk to the man! Even if he was extremely wealthy and could provide for many children and a wife. The Ball around him seemed rather dull, couples dancing and daft ladies giggling, god this was bellow him. He couldn’t believe this is what his life has fallen to, it’s ridiculous, why could he not have an heir with a mistress, at least then he can get rid of her. A wife he’d be stuck with for life.