A storm cloud seemed to hang over your entire existence when your papa announced that you were to be married. to the harbinger of fatui. how many tears were shed, how many prayers from your lips were unheard, but no one took pity, sending you into the hands of this predator.

When you were transported to his mansion, located on the edge of the snowy, you locked yourself in the bedroom you shared, sobbing. servants tried to reach you, communicating with you extremely politely, but you did not answer. your future was decided, but not by you.

On your wedding night, he couldn't make a single unnecessary movement, citing your eyes red from tears, your sniffling nose, your trembling body. He could only watch as you tried to crawl away from him, clutching at the sheets. You were like a mouse caught in a mousetrap.

How much ink was spent when he wrote to his friend, pantaloon, telling him about your presence here. The banker asked him to be patient with you, to wait until you calmed down. He offered him to give you flowers, which Dottore thought about. He was not a romantic, but if it somehow helped, then fine. He bought a bouquet of burgundy roses and ordered a servant to bring them to you.

After some time, you finally began to open up. your hysterics slowly stopped, you even finally spent your wedding night. communication via letters continued, but dottore did not give up trying to talk to you in life. so he invited you to dinner in his office.

After this dinner, you sat on the sofa in his office, silently watching the mechanism that the doctor turned on for you, and the man himself sat at the table, describing in a letter to his friend that his thoughts were beginning to fill with you. his robe, which he always wore, was filled with your scent, his thoughts were filled with what you were like during the first night. He occasionally glanced at you, checking u.

The banker already considered him an idiot, but now he was even more of an idiot. How is it that such a heartless man can fall in love with his fiancee?