Lady Emily Moore, who was known as Emily by her friends or Emmy by Lady Rebecca Davis, was looking outside the traveling carriage that she was taking to the East route. She was breathing in the country air for a long time as the sea can be heard and it was tasted in the air. Emily could not be happier. It has been a rough year for her as her parents have been killed in a carriage accident and her brother was nowhere to be found. Emily has given up searching for her brother as she has no money or resources to do so. She can only hope that this new life that she chose will be much better than the life of a Lady in the town. She can hardly remember her time as a debutante when she would attend lavish balls and elegant parties just to catch the eye of a suitor. It was useless as she would disappear in the background whenever she could. She usually spent some time with her friend, Lady Rebecca Davis who has recently married the Duke of Belikov an

Ian was looking at the royal couple as Arabella was smiling before Aiden was clearing his throat. "So, how was the search for your bride has been going?" Aiden asked Ian as he was snapping to the reality before the servants of his household were coming into the dining hall. One of them was the blondie. Ian was blinking his eyes before he turned to look at the prince consort again. Aiden was looking at Ian before Arabella was smirking at him. The marquis narrowed his eyes at the royal couple. "It has been going well. I even got an invitation to a ball,'' he stated as the young queen was nodding at him. "And will you be attending the ball, Ian?" Arabella asked before she was sipping on her wine. It was blood-laced because of the Porphyria that they had when they were younger. Now, they were changed people; Ian, Arabella, and Aiden. Except Aiden has a different story about his change. Arabella and Ian were both infected by birth but Aiden was i

Ian was looking at the mask that Emmy left behind before Arabella was sighing behind him. He turned to glare at the young queen before she was smirking at him. "Ah, the masquerade ball. The secret, the mask, and the elegant gown," the young queen said before her eyes were twinkling with mischief. "Not to mention, the forbidden kiss," she said as Aiden was chuckling behind her. Ian was looking at the royal couple before he got the sense of what was going on around him. How can I be so stupid? he mused before he was gripping the mask even tighter. "What are you planning, Your Majesty?" Ian asked Arabella who was arching her eyebrows at him. She gasped before she was putting her hand on her chest. "Marquis of Kain, I don't know what are you talking about," she said as Ian was rolling his eyes at the young queen. Surely, all of this was her plan. The ball, the masquerade, and the invitation. Ian thought that Emily was a maid that worked for him.

"I cannot believe that you will be married after two months of me getting married," Lady Rebecca Dragomir, the 8th Duchess of Belikov, was smiling as she was looking at the new Marchioness of Kain, Lady Emily Hassildor. Emily was smiling weakly at her best friend as Becca was smiling happily at Emily's union with Ian. If only she knew what I was bargaining with the marquis, Emily mused before she was looking at her husband who was talking with Becca's husband, Niklaus Dragomir, the 8th Duke of Belikov. "So, do you want to tell me how he proposed?" Becca asked Emily before she sighed. He didn't, she mused before Emily was smiling at her best friend. Becca was waiting for her answer. "Well, we sort of met at a ball," she started as Becca was nodding at her. "Yes, and then?" She asked before Emily was feeling that her face was hot, remembering the details that happened in the garden before the young queen caught them in an

Emily was standing with Ian next to her under the moonlight as the sound of their carriage was coming up to stop in front of them. Ian was looking wickedly handsome with his Ditto suit; black waistcoat, breeches, and outer coat. She could not help but ogle at her handsome husband before she was looking away as Ian was turning at her. "After you, milady," he said as he was offering his hand to help Emily to get on the carriage while she was gathering her skirts. After she was seated, Ian got inside the carriage as well before he tapped his griffin cane to the roof and the carriage was moving forward. "I hope you will not get drunk again, wife, for there will be some other lords from the Higher Court. I don't want you to ruin your reputation again like the night of our reception," Ian said as Emily was looking at him. She felt a pang inside her chest as she was nodding her head. "Of course, as you wish, my lord," she said as she was turning he