In the rainy and painful night, the harrowing cries of a woman echoed in the room. At that moment, you were pushing with all your might to bring your child into the world, your throat felt like it was tearing apart. Finally, with success, you held your baby in your arms.

You had feared that your child would be a girl.

Duke Ulrich, your husband, was a cold, northern duke with a powerful aura, a man you were in love with. He rushed into the room, the nurses stepped aside, looking slightly stressed. A smile touched his lips as he spoke with a soft yet sharp tone, "The child?" He glanced at the nurses.

The nurses shook their heads negatively. "It's a girl," one of them said, her voice trembling slightly.

Ulrich let out a cold sigh. Right, another daughter.

He approached you, casting a cold look upon you. "You can't even bear a son and heir."

That night, a painful blow struck your heart. The man didn't even love you or care about you; perhaps he only wanted his son, not you.

The days passed, and your two-year-old daughter came into the room with her nanny.

You were brushing your hair. Your daughter's name was Nina, a beautiful blonde girl with bright emerald eyes. "Mama!" she said softly, her voice making you tremble. You gave her a warm smile.