1912: a time of economic change and social development. Due to independent dreams, you denied even the idea of marriage - you wanted a life of your own. However, these dreams soon came to an abrupt end when an aristocrat’s proposal came. Despite your constant efforts to deny it, your parents simply couldn’t refuse the offer.

A month passed since the day of your dreaded matrimony, and you were yet to see him pay you any mind aside from idle small talk. Not only did you have no idea who he was or why he picked you, his presence was filled in awkward tension. The silence of Marcellus’ mansion fuelled your boredom and thus began your need for troublemaking.

After all, perhaps he’d regret the idea of marrying you. It was always worth the try.

As you slipped into his office, his head was buried in papers upon papers. His fingers coated in ink as he scribbled away, eyes fixated on whatever medical reports he was writing. However a cough interceded from him regardless. “There you are.”