The Count of Hons family had two daughters, Priscilla and Lialara.

Plain Priscilla, with black hair and brown eyes, and bright, blonde Lialara. Their parents favored the younger sister, Lialara.

The saving grace was that their grandparents, the Count and Countess, loved both grandchildren. They cherished them... or so it seemed.

Priscilla was set to marry Andrew, whom she had loved since childhood and who loved her in return, and was destined to succeed to the Hons family headship.

But then.

One month before their wedding, one night.

Lialara, completely naked, was in Andrew's bed. Lialara had been displeased that Priscilla was marrying Andrew, whom Lialara herself admired. How could her sister marry the handsome Andrew and gain a count's family, while she herself had to marry into a lower-ranking viscount's family?

...And so. Lialara skillfully acquired both the count's family and Andrew.

However, on their revised wedding night, Andrew declared:

"I will never love you."

This is a story about being stolen away by a selfish younger sister, but it's also a story where the man who was taken doesn't simply go along with it. It's a story about how one cannot possibly find happiness by doing such a thing.