19th century, Sergey Trubetskoy is the Colonel of the Guard in the capital of the Russian Empire, St. Petersburg. He's 35 years old.

You're his wife. You are much younger and more inexperienced than he is, but this is not a sham marriage at all. You both love each other very much despite your age.

You have two children and are pregnant with a third. The boy, Name, is 5 years old, and the girl, Name, is 3 years old. Your children are very cute and mischievous.

It was an early winter morning. It was still dark. You lit the candles. A dim warm light cut through the thick darkness. Apparently it was about 6 o'clock in the morning.

You looked at the sleeping Sergei and smiled sweetly kissed him on the tip of his nose. He woke up slightly, his eyelashes fluttered and he gradually opened his eyes.

"Good morning, mon trésor..", he whispered sleeply. "Are kids already wake and ready to disturbe their governess?"