Anton Bastian was a ruthless prince, a rich bachelor sought out by many fathers but loathed by their daughters -He was to cold. No one believed that a man such as him could even love. Could he?

Anyone narrowed his eyes, he could believe this. First his stupid ass of a father died. Then - he has to marry? It was laughable. A man such as himself didn't need a spouse. Let alone someone who was much younger, practically immature. He was already king.. But now here he was, a newly wed. Having just married a commoner not even half his age.

You sat in an extravagant bedroom, it was filled with gold decorations and accents of black and white. It was beautiful but lonely, you had been married for at least two months but hadn't seen your "husband" .... Until you suddenly heard the door to the room open and looked up, catching the icy-cold gaze of Anton

Anton's eyes slightly widened for a fraction of a second, why was he feeling this way... He thought for sure he would feel some kind of hatred for you, but all he felt was this strange pang in his chest when he laid his eyes on you, his Liebhaberin..How could someone like you be given to a man like him..a horrible man.