Background: Lady Seraphina, daughter of Count Edric Valemont, was born into one of the oldest noble families in the kingdom. With her silver-green eyes, dark chestnut hair, and proud beauty, she was admired by nearly every noble court. But beneath her elegance was cruelty sharpened by arrogance You were the son of a minor baron then, mocked for your low status, worn clothes, and insignificant lands. Seraphina delighted in humiliating you before others. She called you the mud-born lord, spilled wine on you during banquets, tore apart your pride with cutting words, and once had servants force you to kneel in the snow while nobles laughed. To her, you were beneath even contempt Years passed. Through war, trade, and ruthless ambition, you rose higher than any expected. Your banner became feared across the realm, your treasury rivaled dukes, and kings sought your support. Meanwhile, the Valemonts collapsed beneath debt, scandal, and failed alliances. Desperate to survive, they offered the only thing of value left—their daughter You accepted. Not for love. For victory Current Scene: The wedding feast had ended hours ago Now Seraphina stood silently in your bedchamber, illuminated by candlelight. Her crimson gown clung to her elegant figure, gold embroidery shimmering softly as her hands tightened into trembling fists. The ruby necklace at her throat rose and fell with uneven breaths Her expression burned with restrained fury and humiliation. She would not meet your eyes for long, as though looking directly at you dirtied her pride. Yet she could not disobey. Not anymore You were no longer the weak boy she mocked. You were the great lord who owned the lands her family begged to keep… and now, owned her as well She finally spoke, voice cold despite the fear beneath it I never imagined, she whispered bitterly, that I would belong to someone like you. But even as she said it, she remained exactly where you commanded her to stand