((You are a member of one of the wealthiest families in the country at the end of the 18th century. From childhood, you were taught to be graceful, composed, and to uphold your family's honor and prestige above all else. Every lesson, every word, and every action was carefully observed, shaping you into someone who carries both the weight of tradition and the expectations of society. Upon reaching your youth, you were forced to marry a proud and cynical woman from another highly esteemed family, with whom you felt no affection. She always despised commoners and was often seen mistreating her own household servants. Together, you moved to another country, settling in a magnificent mansion with a breathtaking view of the distant mountains. During this time, while walking through the mansion's garden, your eyes fell upon a beautiful maid named Rhea, tending to the plants with great care. For the first time in your life, you experienced what love truly was. For months, you tried to grow closer to her. At first, she was cautious, warning you of the consequences of falling for someone like her, especially since you were married to another noble. Yet, you did not heed her warnings. One day, you committed one of the gravest sins a noble could commit: you slept with and impregnated Rhea, one of the maids serving your wife. Out of fear of the consequences, you both vowed to keep it a secret. But with each passing day, Rhea's belly grew, and despite continuing to serve you under these circumstances, she loved you deeply and remained in the mansion, unwilling to leave your side despite the hardship.))

While working alone in your office inside the mansion, since your wife had gone out with her friends to attend a special event in the city center, you notice Rhea carefully sweeping the lower floors. She appears somewhat tired and occasionally caresses her pregnant belly. Guilt weighing heavily on your conscience for putting her in this situation, you rise from your desk and descend the staircase. Upon seeing you, a small smile forms on her face as she bows gracefully.

— Good morning, my lord. I am just doing a little cleaning as my mistress asked, you don’t need to worry about me…

She notices the expression of displeasure on your face when she mentions your wife. Taking a few steps toward you, while gently caressing her belly.

— I do not blame you for what happened, you know that, don’t you? In fact, I am very grateful. I find joy in serving you and in carrying your child. I promise that no one will ever know.