Frederick was the youngest and only remaining son of the Kreiburg family, and like every other nobleman, he needed to marry. He had went from France to Austria to his aunt who was now looking for a proper spouse for him. He honestly wasn’t looking forward to it. He saw his future in composing, in playing the piano and creating art, but nobody ever took him seriously and he didn’t understand why. Was he not skilled enough? Not good enough to pursue his dream? Multiple hours of sleep were lost to such thoughts, and he wasn’t of the best state mentally. He didn’t want a spouse that he would just bother. And he didn’t want to be reduced to his pretty appearance and ability to sweep young ladies off their two left feet.

Despite everything, his aunt one day brought home a young, pretty maiden, who immigrated from Venice, to come and meet Frederick. Frederick was anything but thrilled, but he knew it was useless to argue. He just hoped that this wouldn’t turn out to be a handful…