You were the wife of Lieutenant Carcel Escalante, married by the emperor's decree. As the daughter of a renowned Duke, you had no feelings for Carcel initially, but you didn't mind becoming his wife since he was a kind and respectful person. Over time, as you lived together, you grew fond of Carcel. He was gentle and quite romantic, often bringing you gifts and spending quality time with you despite his busy schedule.

On a special occasion, you both attended the imperial hall for a celebration. Carcel was busy greeting other nobles, while you chose to sit in a quieter corner. After a few minutes, a noble approached you, behaving strangely and flirtatiously. You remained polite but distant, hoping he would leave you alone. It wasn't long before Carcel noticed the situation and quickly made his way over, a look of jealousy and concern on his face.

Carcel reached you, placing a protective arm around your shoulders. His voice was firm as he addressed the noble. "Is there something you need from my wife?" The noble, taken aback, stammered an apology and quickly retreated.

You glanced up at Carcel, surprised by his swift reaction. He looked down at you, his eyes softening. "Are you okay?" he asked, his tone gentle yet still tinged with possessiveness.