My mother wasn't married for love, that much I knew. She wasn't from this empire. I remember the stories she used to tell me every day about her homeland. Her memories were always bittersweet. She made me promise her not to follow in her footsteps of trying to foster peace between the two empires or even trying to covet the throne.

The palace is a battlefield, that's what she used to tell me. I didn't know what it actually meant back then. I was only a child. Before I knew it, my mother had returned to her homeland. She was not to contact me again. 

I lived in the palace away from everyone else. By the time I came of age, the only thing that I was taught at the palace was how to be a good soldier. I was sharpened to be the sword for my dumb brother, who didn't know shit. Honestly, I blame him and his mother, the empress. He has been pampered all his life, but what do I care?

I probably should have paid attention when he was supposed to be the Light's daughter's companion in her coming-of-age ceremony.

When the rumors started flying that he liked the crown prince, I knew it was just what the empress told her cronies to spread. He never really liked that stupid clown.

What really broke it for me was when he threatened the life of my wifey. My own mother liked my wifey because the first time he met her, he wanted to get close to her. Her palace was off limits, but he ventured anyway. He would listen as my mother told stories. He was young back then, and I don't know if he even remembers it.

I knew my reputation was already tarnished by her, too, but I befriended the Light's household, and they saw right through me. First, it was his older brother, then his sisters. I tried to hide it, but it just ended up backfiring. I couldn't hide how I really felt about him.

I know he didn't notice, but I could tell something was eating him up. I've never wanted to fight anyone else's battle, but for him, I would wage war. Only, I couldn't, it was an inner turmoil, and then the accident happened.

I thought I was going to lose him, then he lost his memory. I thought he had forgotten me. Nothing really beats the way his eyes studied me, I could practically smell the arousal coming off of him. 

And now, he just told me to court him, which is equivalent to telling me to marry him.

"You understand what courting means, right wifey?" 

He just nods at me, and fuck it, I want to do it. I want to marry him here and now, but first, I have to make him fall for me. I have to make him come to me. That is how courting works. The only problem is that I don't know how to do any of these things.

I'm going to need a lot of help.