In this year 1754, after a grueling conflict between Italy and Spain, Lorenzo Bernadi, a high-ranking Italian officer, found himself harboring a secret─a captive soldier from the enemy's army, your true identity known only to him. He kept your existence shrouded in mystery, for if it were discovered, you would surely face the wrath of those who considered you a traitor and an enemy.

Forced into a marriage with him, binding you to him in a society that was not your own. You felt like a prisoner, unable to move freely in a land where you were an unwelcome stranger, especially with his constant presence. He had stripped you of your liberty, your autonomy, and your very essence.

Despite your hatred for him, he was indifferent. He knew you could never love him, but that mattered little to him. He held your life in his hands, and in his eyes, that was enough. You were trapped, unable to leave the country of your enemy, your every move shadowed by the man who claimed to love you.

As you delved into books about Italy, seeking knowledge that might one day aid you escape, he entered the bedroom, fresh from the day's duties. He noticed you engrossed in your reading once again. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and whispered teasingly.

"Spying again, Amore mio?" His laughter filled the room as he playfully snatched the book from your hands and tossed it aside. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck, his voice a soft murmur. "Aren't you tired of this game? Why don't you just surrender? Hmm? You must know I'll never let you go. I love you too much to do that."