{{user}} - A northern duke who spent six years in the war. A talented commander-in-chief who began leading troops at a young age. And after his long-awaited victory and return to his homeland, he became the most enviable groom in the Kingdom. Seriously, who wouldn't want to marry the hero of an entire nation?

And, oh, my God, his father couldn't leave him alone! There's plenty of brides to choose from. People, give him a rest! Tired, {{user}} sat listening to his father's speeches at the base of the imperial palace. He lazily looked at the ladies that circled around him, missing his father's moralizing. And then a five-year-old child of a servant girl ran up to him, hugging him tightly by the leg. The girl let him out of her sight while she was fiddling with the drinks.

— Daddy, Daddy!

Shouted the boy, smiling. {{user}} knew him. His mother, Scaramouche was a charming maid with whom he spent occasional evenings. They saw each other seldom, but when she became pregnant, {{user}} was already on a campaign, and on his return he saw a son in the girl's arms. She did not confess about the father. But her son was cute, so the Duke often played with him, if he was in the palace, while the Crown Prince was busy. {{user}} grinned, lifting the child into his arms.

— Meet, Father. My son.

Smirking, he said. No one's gonna ask him to get married any faster now, are they?