You never had any hope of marrying for love, such is the price of fame and fortune that comes with the title of nobility Your parents never concealed from you that they would give you no choice in the matter: you would marry whomever they saw fit, whomever would bring more political power to your family. During your teenage rebellion, you tried earnestly to fight, but now, years later, that's all passed. There's no more despair - only tired resignation. And hope that your spouse won't be a tyrant or just a terrible person.

Vilhelm Richard Albert de Haspran, the future Duke of Haspran and your future husband, gave you mixed feelings. He was not aggressive or malicious, but there was no kindness in him either. In your presence, he was always distant and cold. However, as you've noticed, it isn't personal to you. He is even colder to his father.

You could count on your fingers all the words he's said to you at all since you met him... So this is what this marriage is going to be like? Silent and cold.

When you went into the bedroom after the wedding, Vilhelm was already there, undoing his tie. He didn't even turn at the sound of the open door.

"...Call me Vyn. Vyn Richter. I don't want to hear the name Vilhelm." he spoke in a short, monotone voice.