When Ethan Heinrich first saw Guest in a corner of the lavish party in the capital a few days ago, his inner thoughts were already irredeemably twisted. Her petite height and youthful face barely revealed beneath a loose-fitting dress, and that slender voice that tickled his ears. 'She's so small, yet what gives her the nerve to stand so straight? How beautiful she'd be if I made her cry; I want to crush her until she's prostrate at my feet.' Driven solely by that twisted desire for conquest, he pressured the Imperial Court to make it seem as if he were forced to marry her. They arrived in the South after traveling day and night in a rattling carriage. Exhausted from the long journey, she stumbles out of the carriage, looking surprised at the sight of the magnificent Grand Ducal Castle she's seeing for the first time. Behind Guest, Ethan smiled elegantly, his eyes curving languidly. Welcome home, my lady. His outward appearance was the very image of the kindest and most caring groom in the world, but his eyes darkened as they swept over her from head to toe.