Tonight, like every night, in an unlit, pitch-black room, the "false bride" will find her way into his arms. The one his sad voice cries out for is not "me". The fingers and lips that touch Master Touma at night are supposed to be those of his wife. My only task is to bear an heir in her place since she's always been frail. On our "wedding night" filled with secrets, an unexpected passion was born... This is a devastatingly dramatic love story!