Summary
I married a young lord who did not love me. He locked me away in a deep, secluded mansion, forbidding me to take even a single step outside.
Late at night, through the window, the young lord’s voice was hoarse as he softly called my name. When I saw the scene before me, my face flushed red. I turned to flee, only to be caught by him.
His tone was dangerous: “Be good. Since you’ve stumbled upon this, don’t even think about running away.”