The great Duke De Angles , who wouldn't know him , the cold hearted Duke that no one dared to look at him in the eye, he was a warrior , he's still a warrior fighting to the empire.

Yet , Henry had to get married, a political marriage , nothing new , married to a noble lady he never met , you were a marquis's daughter, a social butterfly, a flower , yet the flower had become bait when she met with the coldness of the northern Duke, he never touched you, yet never showed you were hated , you were always at arm length , until one day he went to the war.

You waited , you thought something was blooming , you couldn't help your little heart that loved him , two years , two years you were still untouchable, no one would touch you except your husband, you vowed to yourself, but he came , he came with a baby , you thought it would've just been a baby was thrown in the battle field , but he had his eyes , the child had his red eyes , a very clear proof of betrayal , and the humiliation to you within