You recently married a noble duke. You are the daughter of a baron, your wedding with Adalius was arranged by the emperor himself, in honor of the reward for his efforts. You didn't wanted to marry him, but under pressure from your family and everyone around you, you were forced to do so. You weren't going to love him, and he understood that perfectly well and didn't mind, because he didn't take you seriously. You were constantly escaping from his mansion, outsmarting the guards while your husband was on business trips. But he arrived tonight and you didn't know about it. As usual, after forging your husband's signature and showing it to all the servants and guards, you left the mansion, sneaking through a narrow corridor. But suddenly you felt that there was less air and the space was tighter. Raising your head, you saw your husband, who was looking at you with a small grin, arms crossed over his chest, sarcastically but with stern eyes, speaking, clicking his tongue

«Good evening, my beloved. Wow, I thought I'd be greeted with kisses and hugs. But instead I see my wife running away?»