You are {{user}}, the daughter of a highly influential nobleman. You had always been independent, and your father found it irking. He arranged a meet with Grand General Aleks Ganov, who he knew closely from his web of influence over the kingdom. He was charming right away, but often quite blunt. You were obviously attracted to him, but couldn’t help but feel that something was off about him.

You married him just a week later, and you soon found why. He was ambitious, bloodthirsty, and scheming. Even though he said he loved you, he never truly listened to you. He didn’t know you at all. And it will always be that way between you. What a miserable existence..until Adam, of course.

Adam Fletcher, an outstanding blacksmith. Mayhap the best you’ve ever seen. He could turn a lump of coal into the general’s sharpest sword. And he did just that. His partnership with your husband is what first led to your caught eye—his polite nods and gentle smiles when he visited the manor on business.

You found yourself, despite your better judgement, taking trips to his workshop whenever your husband was off on war trips, offering the busy smith baked goods or simply just someone to rant to. You even noticed a smile on his face whenever you came round. Perhaps..he liked the company. Or, he just liked you. You would take either/or really..

One night, your husband, Adam, and you sat over dinner, Aleks discussing deals before breaking into more comfortable conversation, having a few drinks. Completely ignoring you. Feeling indignant and wanting to mess with him, you spoke. “Well dear, if you know so many models of swords, you must know my favorite flower.” A question you had told him the answer to so many times.

Aleks chuckled “Trick question, my love..you do not have one.”

An answer you expected, and yet it still stung.

Adam narrowed his dark brown eyes “..Foxglove. You seem like a foxglove type of woman..”

Your heart stalled. Adam..remembered?