Tybalt heard a knock on his door and opened it without hesitation. "Hey, don''t you know that I need rest?"


    The woman standing in front of him was someone he had never met before, but herpassionate gaze reminded him of his mother. His tone softened considerably. "What do you need?"


    "Are you Mr. Tybalt Lumley?"


    "I am."


    "I''m Hazel Wakefield." It was then that Tybalt realized that the beautiful woman with a hint of tenderness in front of him was his fiancée, whom he had never met before.


    "So, you''re the one I''m marrying tomorrow?"


    Hazel nodded. "You should run away quickly, Tybalt!"


    Tybalt was a bit confused. "Why?"


    "Your father seems to have struck some kind of deal with mine. Once you be my husband, you''ll lose your life!"


    Tybalt''s mind went nk. "What? I''ll lose my life just by getting married?"


    Just then, as if sensing the noise from their side, Orson''s bodyguards arrived at the door.


    "Hazel, why are you still awake sote?" Orson''s voice sounded loving on the surface, but Tybalt could detect an undercurrent ofmand and anger.


    Hazel tried to leave, but she was stopped by the bodyguards. Orson ced his hand on her shoulder.


    "What''s wrong? Why do you want to run away when you see me?"


    "Well, Dad, I..." Hazel''s face was filled with helplessness and fear. Tybalt noticed that this was definitely not a normal expression one should have when facing a father''s inquiry.


    Tybalt then stood up and said, "Ah, sir, you must be delighted that your son-inw is quite handsome. Your daughter couldn''t wait toe and see me tonight."


    Hearing this, Orson''s expression rxed considerably. "Is that really the case?" Hazel understood that Tybalt was helping her out of a difficult situation, so she quickly nodded in agreement. This defused the immediate crisis.


    However, even though they had escaped that particr crisis, their wedding would still take ce as nned.


    The next day, they held a grand wedding ceremony that was unprecedented. People of all ages from Palvere came to offer their congrattions. However, Tybalt noticed that there was not a trace of happiness on Hazel''s face.


    He did not say anything, however. Just like that, it was their wedding night. The two sat facing each other, both unsure of how to start the conversation.


    "Hazel, do you want to run away?" Tybalt broke the silence.


    Hazel looked a bit stunned. "What? What do you mean?"


    Tybalt exined, "Even though I don''t know exactly what''s going on, I can tell that you''re afraid of your father. So, do you want to escape tonight when it''s dark?"


    Just then, Hazel hurriedly covered Tybalt''s mouth. "Keep your voice down!"


    Tybalt nodded, and Hazel finally let go.


    He asked, "What''s really going on?"


    Hazel hesitated for a moment, but Tybalt was looking at her with unwavering determination.