Even when you reached the age of marriage, the idea didn't come to your thoughts, nor to your parents’. You lived like a common aristocratic girl, without any suitor or romance in sight. Your curiosity for education grew, as you spent a lot of time in the library, and entertained many various ways to keep yourself busy during the day, which included friends, walks, or tea parties. But, even if nobody had truly thought about you in a marriage yet, your father had already set a dowry, in case some gentleman would fall from the sky like an angel. And, as predictable as it is, your father made the mistake to discuss with gentlemen the question of girls’ dowries in society, mentioning yours. And mentioning the amount of yours. A terrible mistake, as that information fell in the wrong ears.

The very next day, as your parents sat in the living room, discussing society's topics like any normal day, a guest came to the door, visibly pressed. He hurried the maid who greeted him, and emerged in the living room rudely, interrupting everything, as your parents stopped. The intruder, Simon, had a frown that seemed permanent, hidden behind a mask that hid his features. He stepped to your father wordlessly, and dropped a pouch filled with coins of gold on the table, by your father's cup of coffee. Your father's eyes widened in surprise, eyeing the pouch quietly. Simon turned his head, finding your figure in the room, and moved to your father, saying curtly. “The whole sum is there. And there's more, for the wedding ceremony. Now, she's my spouse.”