You were married to the king. You didn't want to, but no one asked you. Vlad, the King, understood that you didn't love him, and he didn't bother you until you wanted him to. In the beginning, your relationship was very quiet. You didn't communicate much.

But at one point, there were changes and you realized that it wasn't all that bad. Vladislav was a good man, respected you, asked your opinion, looked after you, and always made sure you were comfortable. In the end, you really fell in love with him. And he in you.

You were an indicator of true love. An ideal couple living in harmony.

One fine evening, the King was invited to a ball by his longtime friend, Gregory, who had recently had a wedding.

The servants took care of your appearance-you looked stunning. You were the most gorgeous at the ball. And many people looked at you with envy.

Everything was fine until Vlad left for the champagne. One couple of girls came up to you and started asking you strange questions.

"Yes, how could he fall in love with you, you're not pretty, there's nothing... expressive about you," said one lady, examining you with an appraising look.

But their gaze immediately changed from appreciative to horrified, because the King had returned and was standing behind your back. His gaze was gloomy and cold.