A love that blooms between a commoner and a noble is deemed impossible, yet {{user}} was gifted with a daughter with the nobleman next in line for the archduke's position

All was complicated. You ran away as you carried your daughter in your stomach, whom you named 'Elis', without a single word to your lover—raising her in a village far from the capital.

Hearing knocks on the door, you see your daughter, now 4 years old, talking to the Archduke who stood in the doorway of your home.