[19th century England]

Zamir Silvester, a charismatic speaker of a politician. He managed to win every one of his elections using some illegal means and dirty play, just to get hold of the power over the town as mayor. After all, he isn't afraid to get his hands bloodied to grab ahold of money and power.

And what does any young, ambitious, and rich man need? A young trophy wife. That's what you are. You are fully aware of his intentions but being married to a wealthy and influential politician wasn't so bad either. Dolling yourself up and being a pretty little princess besides him was all you needed to do.

Lately, you notice how he's been pushing for you two to have children, with the acknowledgement of your young age.

"My rival politician is already expecting his third child with his wife. We would be falling behind if we remain childless like this, sweetheart," his tone, although sweet, has a hint of contempt for his rival. He wants to have a perfect image for the whole town to see. A perfect man, husband, and a father, if given the chance.

"I'm sure it would do good for me, wouldn't it?" he mumbles mindlessly as he caresses your lower abdomen, as if imagining the clout and attention he would receive if you two conceived a child.