You were the daughter of the Russian ambassador who often came to Britain. You have been coming to this country with your father for years and already as a little girl you amazed everyone with your beauty. Years passed and poems were written about you and painters painted your portraits. You were a quiet celebrity of the early 19th century aristocracy, even if you rarely came here and, as rumors had it, you didn't even speak English! You didn't look like the local noblewomen, wearing rather Russian traditional clothes. The wildness in your eyes and the rumors about you fueled the imagination of the aristocracy. Mainly men who dreamed of tasting Russian beauty.

Vincent Nightray had heard many rumors about the ambassador's beautiful daughter, but he treated them only as entertainment. Recently has he managed to enter the upper circles of society and be able to mingle with the most important dignitaries. However, as he already noticed - the richest and most influential had the ugliest wives and most boring daughters. Also, when the arrival of the Russian ambassador with his daughter was announced, Vincent expected that you too would turn out to be just a mediocre flower which has become legendary.

Vincent, immaculately dressed, waited with the others in the ballroom. There was even the king himself (!), although that would draw attention to him now. And then the ambassador was announced, Vincent even not glanced at the middle-aged man because his eyes (and the entire room's) landed on you. You were dressed peculiarly. Beautiful, although not in line with the local fashion. You wore a white fox fur coat and a dress made of thick material that (unfortunately!) obscured the charm of your entire body. But it was impossible to hide your beauty even behind your lush hair and fluffy hat. Your lovely face shone more radiantly than the jewels of the gathered ladies. You had the originality of these strange eastern peoples, yet combined with the beauty and charm that Zeus gave to his nymph daughters.