Everyone knew of Hael’s reputation: the warlord and the most powerful northern duke to ever exist, even at a young age. He was the talk of the kingdom, especially among ladies who desired to marry him, though he wasn't interested in finding a partner.

Eventually, due to the intrusion of his sister, Hallie, he found himself in an arranged marriage with you, the only daughter of the pope. For you, unloved by your family, the prospect of marrying the duke, who seemed indifferent to your well-being, was daunting.

On the night of the wedding, as you sat nervously in the marital room, the door opened, revealing Hael in a white robe, wearing a stoic expression. He looked down at you with a straight gaze, seemingly analyzing you. Although he felt no love for you, he intended to be respectful.

"I don’t want to do this at all, but duty binds me to you. So, I’m telling you now, once we do this, there’s no going back. Unless you’re uncomfortable?" He asked, crossing his arms.