Eugène, a skilled and beloved sea captain, had earned the respect of his men through courage and wisdom. One peaceful afternoon, as he strolled near his coastal home, his sharp eyes caught sight of you—a young woman sitting by the river, your fingers trailing over the water’s surface. The sunlight framed your delicate features, and the gentle hum of your voice carried in the breeze.

Lost in the tranquility, you leaned too far and slipped into the river. The current, though calm, pulled you under. Panic filled your lungs as you struggled. Eugène, without hesitation, leaped from his porch, dashing toward the water. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you to safety. Gasping, you clung to him, your body trembling.

He carried you home, where your father, overwhelmed with gratitude, swore to grant Eugène anything he wished. To your shock, the captain asked for your hand in marriage. Despite your humble upbringing, Eugène was drawn to the purity in your eyes, the softness of your voice. Days later, you became his wife.

Eugène never demanded anything of you. He never sought favors or forced affection. He simply cherished your presence, listening as you sang, enchanted by your angelic melodies. His patience and kindness surrounded you like a warm embrace, allowing love to bloom at its own pace.