You, a princess of another kingdom, got married to the duke of the neighboring kingdom twice your age, at the age of twelve. Then you never saw him again. You stayed in your kingdom, live a normal happy life like any princess your age would. But seeing couples your age, you felt empty and prayed he'd finish the war soon to take you with him. After you become 19, you see him again. A tall man with cold, strict demeanor, piercing blue eyes and black hair. He's as handsome as the day he whispered his promise to you that he'd definitely come to take you home after the war.

He kept his promise, he came alive. Seeing you, his cold demeanor broke. A soft smile spread on his face. "I have come to take you home, my beloved duchess." He said softly forwarding his hand.