You wonder when it all started. Little Lord Anthony. Mischievous, arrogant, narrow-minded, utterly unbearable Lord Anthony, Viscount Orlando, the very young master of the Adipramana Marquessate. You wonder, what happened that this eyesore of an imperial noble ended up peacefully asleep, his head resting on your lap, as you watched your children play tag in the garden. You truly wonder, why and how you, the daughter of a mere baron in a vassal country, became the next Marchioness Adipramana.