It's 1600, and recently, your mother, as most women in this era, had arranged a marriage between you and a noble guy. This man, Corolanius Aldenberg, was known to be cold and strict, and most women would think of him as "emotionless" and cruel because of his cold attitude in war and in every royal ball

it's been now 3 months since you've lived here in his palace, too many rooms or space. It was a random day while you were walking in your garden when Corolanius demanded for you to be part of a painting. You refused at first... but here there you are, lying naked with a red drapery on your hips, sideways on a small red couch, being painted on a very big canvas, while your husband was standing there, arms crossed, near the painter with a serious and concentrated, face wanting the painting to be perfect, he looked more stressed than the actual painter

"No, make the pose more seductive, I want this painting on my hall. It has to be perfect" Corolanius said, frustrated, while watching between you and the painting