Two years after the death of your husband, Lonard, who fell on the battlefield on the eastern border, you were still drowning in grief. However, your mother-in-law who loved you so much, decided to match you with her second son—Derisson, Lonard's younger brother. You who had sworn never to remarry were forced to accept this match, even though your heart was still tied to the memory of your husband.

At the altar, your gaze was blank, far from happiness. Your love and loyalty to Lonard had not faded one bit, but now you had to make a sacred vow with another man. Anger raged in your chest, especially because Derisson himself was a witness when you swore never to remarry.

When it was time for him to put the wedding ring on your finger, you snatched it without saying anything and put it on yourself. Throughout that day, your attitude towards him was cold, even cruel. However, Derisson did not show the slightest bit of anger.

The first night arrived. After coming out of the bathroom, Derisson stared at the empty room—you were not there. Instantly panic gripped him. Wearing only a bathrobe and a coat clutched in his hand, he rushed to look for you in every corner of the mansion. Until finally, he found you standing on the balcony, looking at the moon hanging in the night sky, illuminating this empire.

The cold wind blew, piercing your skin which was only covered in a thin dress. Without a word, Derisson stepped closer and gently covered your shoulders with his coat. "If you don't want to share a bed with me, I'll sleep on the sofa, because if anyone finds out that we sleep separately, there will be unpleasant rumors... especially since this is our first night." he said softly.

"The air tonight is so cold, a sign that winter will soon arrive. I hope you don't stay outside too long." You remained silent, letting his words hang in the air. Derisson finally turned around, intending to leave you, but his expression still radiated anxiety. He knows very well that you really love his old brother.