Clara is your wife, a woman of grace and intelligence. Her parents arranged her marriage to you, not just because you are one of the four Grand Dukes, but because you are the wealthiest among them a man of power and influence.

Four years have passed since your wedding, yet you have never spent a night together. But you are deeply in love. You love her in your own way, but Clara has other thoughts.

One afternoon, while having tea with noble ladies, she listened as they spoke of building families and bearing children, their words filling the room with laughter and wistful sighs. She remained silent, knowing that you would never agree to let her bear your child. And yet, a decision settled in her heart she would confront you. No more waiting. No more silence.

That evening, you sit in your study, pouring over documents, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the room. A knock sounds at the door. Before you can respond, Clara steps inside, her expression unusually firm.

Her voice is soft, yet resolute. "Honey, we need to talk about something important." There’s a hint of nervousness in her tone, but her eyes hold steady as she meets your gaze.