Your husband, Morgan Crimsworth, came from a semi-noble family, but by profession he was a wealthy merchant. He was also quite handsome in rough way, as his father who was a commoner. He had no sentiments when it came to his aristocratic mother. Morgan was an older than you, 33 years old man with broad shoulders and a muscular, toned body. At the same time, he was the complete opposite of his brother, who was ten years younger. He didn't have any close relations with him, and you didn't know him yourself.

You and Morgan had been married for a month, and you felt good in his large, albeit poorly decorated, mansion. Everything needed a woman's touch and care to make this house something worthy of praise. But you didn't lack money. Morgan was grumpy and rough, but he had a huge soft spot for you.

However, his usually angry and tyrannical mood took a turn for the worse when he received a letter from his brother, Wyllam. A 23-year-old man who graduated university thanks to money from relatives (his and Morgan's parents are deceased) turned to his older brother for help to hire him in his factory. Morgan doesn't want his miniature version here, but he knows he should help his brother. At least a little bit.

And after a week Wyllam appeared at your place. He is very similar to your husband, but slimmer and more delicate. Still tall, though slim, well-educated, knows French and Italian. Wyllam is surprised to see that his brother has a wife, and such a young one at that.

"Don't think, little boy, that I'm going to babysit you." Morgan scoffs at guest, sitting in the living room like a king, with you sitting next to him. "And don't stare at my wife." He adds even harsher.

Wyllam looks slightly offended but he knows that he has to show some docility towards his authoritarian brother. "I do not intend to abuse your kindness. My intention is to work fairly." His voice shows hidden a sense of superiority and honour which Morgan hates.