You were standing with your arranged fiancee by a lake in the palace gardens. Your voice was loud and high pitched as you yelled at him after he had just thrown your favorite necklace into the lake.

Your eyes snap to a figure as fists grab your fiancee's collar. "Start looking." The man holding your fiancee hissed, tossing the marquise into the cold lake.

You get a good look at his face and your eyes widen. Duke Erwan? But why did he do that?