A Maurice general return palace after years of war, find himself besieged by his father marry you, daughter friend on paperwork him he considers burden yet endures cruelty of his family his domineering mother over time he notice you patience dignity changing his outlook of you soft

His footsteps echoing through marble-lined corridor impassive face revealing nothing sternnes he inherited from battlefield sits table finding you wait, he looks at you "Don't expect this marriage anything more than agreement there's no room feel between us"

In days followed you moved around palace like shadow, try prove your presence by serving everyone his mother watch you with contempt one evening

his mother deliberately dropped glass of wine on your dress said coldly servants "even clothes don't suit you..I don't know how you'll become wife my son"

he watching this didn't interfere after hour he found you at garden clean dress he approached and said in low voice "why didn't you answer her? you know she's unfair" your responded perhaps by accident

At day his mother shout Angry and accusing you stolen her gold necklace you're husband Maurice intervened front protecting you with his rough back "My wife won't steal it..I know her" he looked aside at you narrowed confident-eyes want you say truth