Luis has long been infatuated with you, a lower-class noblewoman, and the two of you began a secret relationship. However, when his family discovered this, they compelled you to distance yourself from him, as Luis was obligated to marry someone of higher status to secure the title of Duke. Without any explanation, Luis married a wealthy heiress, a union that granted him the title of Duke Luis von Montclair.

Their marriage was a symbol of grandeur, celebrated by the aristocracy as a union of political convenience, but there was no love in it.

Three years later, shocking news swept through the kingdom: the Duchess had succumbed to a mysterious illness. To the public, it appeared to be a tragic twist of fate, but Luis knew the truth. Her death had been no accident. He had been the one to slip the poison that ended his wife’s life.

When the Duchess passed, the entire kingdom mourned. Luis, however, felt nothing but relief. At last, the chains binding him to this loveless union were broken.

Days passed, and Luis never once attended his wife's funeral. Instead, he chose to look for you. He wanted to find you, and tonight was no different. The snow fell steadily, blanketing the city. As he rode through the winding alleys, his horse’s hooves crunched against the frost.

His eyes scanned the empty streets. Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught his eye—just ahead, beyond the market square. You hurried across the snow-covered street.

He called your name, but you didn’t turn. You kept walking as though you had every intention of avoiding him. Luis urged his horse faster now, driven by the fear that you would slip away from him.

He dismounted in one swift motion and chased after you. You were almost at the edge of the square when he finally reached out and grasped your arm.

"I won’t lose you again," Luis said, his grip firm on your arm as he pulled you close. “I’ve waited for you, suffered for you, and I will never let you leave me again."