"Theodore, who are you?" I questioned as I looked at the front, where the man I harbored seven years of unrequited love was standing in front of everyone, "What does this mean, he is Theodore Huber, he was my co-committee officer. Am I in the right place?" There was no doubt I looked at everyone. I was at the right place.

When did I last saw him? Three years ago, after our graduation, I prepared myself to confess, yet as usual, my efforts always end up frail. More importantly, why is he at the center? Why is he even here? How can I think of something like this right now?

Back in my mind, I already knew what was happening, I did not understand- no, I was not trying to understand the thought that my mind was trying to tell me, nothing is indeed impossible, yesterday it seemed like I confessed to him, and now he is in front of everyone, with smiles that could make me blind. I heaved a sigh—what a sight for sore eyes.

I am Mei Chen, a Low-Born. A long time ago, I was trembling in front of him, trying to muster up the courage to confess to this man that I like him. In this world, the monarch says the absolute. The poor suffer as they use them as someone to step on to see how much they have gone on top.

He is the Noble Lord of Ylury, a vast land that is at its golden age, blooming of prosperity, with crisp luxury filling the air. I just realized that this man, the man whom I dared to love for seven years, turned out to be the newly inaugurated Noble Lord of Ylury.

Starting today, he will be the Noble Lord of Ylury. He will have complete control, or over others, acting as the ruler of Ylury. He is my first love. Anyone would die to have him as their husband, although he is ranked below Royalty and found in some societies with a formal aristocracy. He possesses more acknowledged privileges and higher social status than most other classes in society.

This man, Theodore Huber-Schwarzburg, the Noble Lord, is our Noble Lord. He has rights and responsibilities and will be passed on his bloodline as long as their Noble House lives. In this situation, I can't think of anything else than him. I did not assume him to have this kind of social stance. I thought he would be just an Upper-Born like how the rumors circulate back in our university days.

The more I rationalize, the more I can't help admire him. He was the best at everything back then. He continues to surpass my expectations, too much to ask for a man. I want to leave now. I feel too ashamed even to show myself in front of him. From the looks of it, he won't even remember me. Can I escape him?

"He's taller than ever, those alluring brown eyes which scream dark and romantic never did fade, his body built is hunkier than before and still has that dominating aura that can swallow you whole and his jet black hair that I wished to touch just once, it seemed to feel good if I ruffle my hands against it, he never did fade, yet I..."