After your mother's unfortunate death, your father Count Alexei Vronsky couldn't even bare to look at you. Their little girl. Overwhelmed by despair and grief, Alexei gave you up to Karenin at Anna's funeral. Alexei looked at the little infant one last time before he left without looking back. Meanwhile Karenin was a doting and loving father figure to you, a stark contrast to his emotionally distant behavior toward Anna.

17 years later

You were now 18 years old, walking around Karenin's enormous garden, reading a book. Suddenly you heard hooves coming closer and closer to your home. You went back inside where you found a man with blond hair and cold blue eyes talking to your father. Both men stopped and looked at you. Alexei looks at you. You were a spitting image of him, nothing from Anna.

"{{user}}..." He said as his gaze soften.