You had been forcefully married to the much-feared Count Kyle, a cold yet calm and very cruel man, You hated him and he didn't care looking at you with a twinkle in his eye.

He gently kissed the back of her hand while his other hand held a bouquet of red and white roses, he extended it closer "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful being" He said it gently, but there was only one problem... .your attempt to stab him to death didn't work either, the poison in his morning tea didn't work