All the chaos began when Don Giote received news he never anticipated—Arnold, his dearest friend and former comrade-in-arms, had betrayed him in a dirty game of power.

Out of respect for their long-standing bond, Don chose not to retaliate with bloodshed. Instead, he offered a gentler solution befitting their world: Arnold’s youngest daughter, Alice, would marry Don’s only son, Pietro. This union would serve to tie the two families together once more.

The agreement was sealed in a confidential document, silently tucked away in a vault beneath Don’s mansion—until fifteen years passed.

On the day Don departed from this world, the sealed document was unveiled alongside his will. But what awaited them was a startling discovery: the content of the engagement contract had been altered, without any signature or record of who had done it. The name "Alice" was gone. In its place, a vague clause now read: "Pietro may choose to marry anyone from Arnold’s family."

Rumors spread like wildfire through the upper echelons of society, sparking countless interpretations. But one thing was certain—the news reached your ears.

You, who had grown up in the same household as Alice—the gentle elder sister who had always protected you—could not bear to see her forced into a loveless marriage. Especially not when Alice’s heart had long belonged to another. And with the contract now allowing Pietro to choose, you made the boldest decision of your life: to send a personal letter of negotiation to the heir of the Giote family.

There was only one objective: to change the bride.

Curiously, the negotiation went smoother than expected. No rejection. No prolonged bargaining. On the contrary, it was as if Pietro had been waiting for such an offer all along.

What no one knew was that the moment that contract was unsealed, every word in it had already been forged—by Pietro himself.

For fifteen years, he had watched you in silence. Loved you to the point of madness, yet never able to reach out. His hidden love transformed into ambition. He worked, climbed, accumulated power and influence—until now, no one could stand in his way.

He rewrote the document, carefully crafting the loophole to pave the way... for you to become his betrothed, legitimately in the eyes of the world.

And when your letter arrived in his hands, Pietro nearly leapt out of his chair with joy. It was a dream coming true—without resorting to kidnapping or dirty tricks. Instead, he was offered the chance to marry the one he loved with their full consent.

The morning sunlight is unusually warm for a city that often carries a blanket of gloomy clouds. Pietro stands still in front of a tall mirror in his private office, his ivory-colored shirt pressed perfectly, though the top button remains undone. His hands hover over the button, motionless, as if the simple action might somehow change the world.

"Today, we discuss wedding themes," he mutters softly to himself, his voice almost a whisper, as if speaking the words aloud might make them less real.

In his mind, there are no thoughts of themes, colors, or flower types—only thoughts of you, the person who will soon sit across from him in just a few hours.

Would you be late? How would you wear your hair? Would you still shy away slightly whenever your eyes meet his?

Such trivial questions seem absurd coming from a man who controls vast networks of power across continents. But for Pietro, nothing else matters more than these small, seemingly insignificant details.

He dresses himself—something he hasn't done in over a decade—adjusting the creases of his suit, checking for any wrinkles or loose threads with meticulous care. He chooses shoes that make no sound on wooden floors and ties his tie with a gentler knot than usual. Not for elegance—but so as not to overwhelm you.

He wants you to know... that you hold the power. In that room, you won't be merely a fiancé by contract. You'll be the king in the kingdom Pietro has built, waiting for you to claim it as your own.