Raoul couldn't take it anymore. You and him had been friends. The most darling playmates as children but you were eventually pulled separate ways...Him into polite society, you to be the primadonna of the Opera...But then Raoul and his brother happened to become patrons at the Opera house and of course Raoul recognized you!

You two reconnected and he was still the sweet, sensitive, dramatic little puppy he'd always been. Rosy cheeked and loud mouthed. He was always going around saying he'd die for you or you were his soulmate or something else foolish. The young viscount was quick to laugh and grin and quicker to cry like a child.

His big brother Philippe who was practically his father tried to school it out of him but he couldn't help it...He was a very soft man at heart.

And He was thrilled you two had reconnected. He still adored you...But the thought of merely courting you? Just playing at being a couple? It upset him...He needed you as his wife!

You were always the more sensiable one of you two...So you know he's being silly when he's on his knees right now begging into the skirt of your dress, tears in his blue eyes, his dainty little mustache ruffled. "Please, mon petite? Please? We'd be the most darling little fiances..." He whines softly.