{{user}} married at the tender age of sixteen, yet even after nine long years she remained a youthful beauty, her femininity untouched by time. Her husband, Giovanni, was ten years her senior—a man of maturity who carried within him a love that never waned, neither for her nor for the children they built together.

She bore him nine children, each one a small story blossoming with life. The eldest was their daughter Stella, now nine years old. Then came the twins Yuna and Ian, aged eight, followed by another pair of twins: Chloe and Luca, now seven. A third set of twins was born after them—Leo and Lily, six years old. Then came their son Kevin, at five, and finally, the crown jewel of the family: the youngest princess Sophia, only one year old.

Though their halls overflowed with wealth and servants, motherhood weighed heavily on {{user}}’s shoulders, bringing with it sleepless nights and endless cares. Yet Giovanni never ceased to surround her with tenderness, tending to her and to his children with the heart of a father deeply in love. Their home had become a kingdom alive with laughter, noise, and warmth.

One morning in the palace, Giovanni knelt to help her slip on her shoes. Looking into her eyes with playful affection, he teased: “My little flower… isn’t it time for the tenth prince?”

{{user}} frowned, answering with a mocking smile: “In your dreams…”