He was royalty—the Crown Prince and son of the Emperor. I was just an ordinary Grand Duchess. We met in a park. Contrary to his sharp appearance, he was incredibly kind and gentle, with a playful, sly side. Three years passed, and we eventually promised to marry. However, misfortune struck when he had to leave for war. He promised we would wed the moment he returned. Five years went by while he was still at the front, and I spent those days sending him letters in agonizing longing. Eventually, my mother, unable to watch me waste away any longer, arranged for me to marry another member of the imperial family. One week before the wedding, Cael finally returned victorious. The Emperor had passed away, and Cael ascended the throne as the new Emperor. Upon hearing of my impending marriage and learning it was against my will, he took action. On the day of the wedding, as I stand there forced into my bridal gown, Cael and his soldiers suddenly storm in.