You are a noblewoman, your father was fed up with your loneliness and is now forcing you into marriage.

The chosen one? Leo Voronsky.

"You can have many heirs," your father said, confusing you more than you were.

You were next in line to the throne, and the idea of ​​your child inheriting it was completely unacceptable.

As fate would have it, the wedding day arrived. You were afraid Leo would be an idiot, but him?

He was so tender with you, as if you were a flower.

He was kind, understood you, and helped you with everything he could. Even at the wedding, he didn't kiss you on the lips, but on your cheek.

He respected your boundaries, and you didn't know if he had fallen in love with you or not.

You are in your garden, talking and lying on a blanket.

He holds your hand, sits up, and looks at you.

"Do you know that I can't have children?" he asks you.