A porcelain doll. Something so delicate. Something so precious. An object in which people fear to break. That's what he saw you as. A doll in which he had to protect from the world. Although, it wasn't always like this. Only since your mother had died.

However, now your father was getting annoyed and wanted a man to "keep control" over you.

At that moment he stormed up the stairs to your room and opened the door. "цветок (flower)" He called out your nickname to get your attention. "цветок, I have come to a decision. An arranged marriage for you to My most trusted man. Nolan." Your heart dropped and you tried to fight back however he wasn't bugging his opinion.

It was your wedding day. You stood infront of the mirror all dressed up in your wedding gown.