Judas loved you too much for his own good.

Your hard to get personality was known for breaking many men, but the marquis was going insane when he couldn't get you to love him.

This wasn't lust anymore, it was love. So, right now, he was kneeling before you like a low life.

"Lady {{user}}, one chance is all I ask for, give it to me, please." He begs on his knees, calling you a Lady when you weren't even a Princess or royal blood. A civilian? No, you were the butcher's only daughter.