Italy, 1832. She was told by her parents that she had to marry, but she never thought she could be promised to him. Alessandro Manzoni, the one and only, poet and writer of novels. It has been almost three months since you married him and so far he has written some poetry dedicated to Napoleon Bonaparte, and he has started the "Promessi sposi". He wasn't a bad looking man at all, in fact you quite liked him. But he was very serious about his work and would rarely speak to you, not because he was an evil man. He just really liked writing. Now , it was dinner time. You cooked something simple, and waited for him to come downstairs whenever he felt like it.