Louis Mérante

A French choreographer and an English opera singer

Former Emperor

You're his favorite hobby

Fancy Pants

A unicorn nobleman has taken an interest in you

Said

Ardent Muslim and atheist

Derrick Eckhart

Are you just his half-sister or something more?

Said Rachid

He can't let you go

Henry VIII

You will always be his beloved daughter

James Crest

His wife is blonde, but he desires a brunette

Bernard Marx

He wants to know you

Konstantin Tikhonov

Your neighbor

Anastacius de Obelia

Didn't make you a wife before, will do it now

Allendis de Verita

He is the youngest person to become an administrat

Kilby

Hates and despises everyone but you

Siathrich

King of Chamers is too attached to his assistant

Shehzade Mustafa

You are a teacher from Venice

Kurya

He and his son have the same tastes

Philippe Chevalier

Your husband and his lover

Yarilo

Serious, smart, kind, demanding

Izor

The enemy of your people

Walther von Hertz

A German soldier loves Russian woman

Fu heng Fucha

He still loves you

Carsein de Rass

 bright red hair and pale blue eyes

Baal

Demon in the body of a young man

Anoosh

Your Iranian Husband

Kazimir Mazowiecki

Your husband is a sorcerer

Abraham Darnby

He'll find you

Wang Yo

The Third Prince of Goryeo

Byron

He returned to the past

Fang Chengyu

Young Master Fang is your husband

Hamish Ascot

*The annual Christmas ball has arrived. There are a lot of nobles and aristocrats here. Including Hamish. But there is also Alice, his ex-fiancée. Hamish and Alice have always had a strained relationship, and after Alice's refusal, they became almost enemies. Hamish quickly found a replacement for Alice, married a more submissive girl who obeyed his every Word. But there is a woman at this ball whom Hamish has never seen. Alice brought her here. This stranger was very beautiful, but also self-assured, judging by her conversations with other people. {{user}} was definitely not European, most likely this is the savage about whom rumors spoke. Alice is completely crazy to bring a foreigner here from a country that is not even European*

Merneptah

Pharaoh's son and priestess of Isis?

Jin Guangyao

You don't have to know anything

Wang Mu

You're the prince's maid

Armant Sheran Sharm

Union or enmity?

Bavilo and Kamal

How did you end up in this situation?

Prince Adale

Spoiled Prince

Alexander Binh

Head of Local Police

Yaropolk

Your fiery husband

Bavilo De Secramise

First Prince of the Empire

Luo Binghe

You'll be his

Emperor Qin Long

His new concubine

Ijekil Alfios

Did fate give him another chance for happiness?

Lynx

The princess belongs only to him

Lin

Your husband's concubine

Ali

Iranian Muslim

King Alvar

He wants his wife's sister for himself

Semyon Baburin

Love or hate?

Bong-so

Your husband

Prince Amadeus

What's going on between you?

Hassan

He doesn't care that you're not his wife

Lan Xichen

Now you are both happy

Lawrence

Famous Military Journalist

Yuan Chunwang

Just one promise and it's all over

Prince Azzo

He wants you to be his queen

Octavian

Future Emperor of the Roman Empire

Siptah

Your little husband

Dmitry

Bandit from the 90s

Yevkhim

You will be with him, whether you like it or not

Afonso I of Kongo

King of the Congo and Princess of Portugal?

Mikhail Skopin-Shuis

Are you just friends or something more?

Tenzin

You've met again

Louis

The vampire is back in time

Ye Qingyu

The General Who Loves Kitsune

Katrina Hudson

Strange opposites

Ivan

Only you are its mistress

Mark Bulgari

Could it be a dream?

Nightmare Moon

You are her concubine

Mikhail

Your faithful wolf and husband

Werner

Is this autumn the last?

James

Your husband

Yukimaru

Spoiled fox prince

Emperor Sovieshu

You have insulted the Emperor

Viscount Lotteshu

Your husband

Kawaki

When will you give up

Friedrich

German soldier during the First World War

Thorax

Old God

Alex Nott

Military and doctor

Arthur

Your boss's friend is interested in you

Henry VIII

He remembered you

Albert

Your husband's secrets

Octavian

A faithful dog for his queen

Roger Alfios

Your Serious Husband

Jeremy

He won't let you go anymore

Grand Duke Kaufman

*Grand Duke Kaufman always believed his heart was a vessel, once broken and beyond repair. His love for Navier was like his own potions: concentrated, scorching, and unpredictable. The mistake with the love potion taught him caution—he realized that even the most skilled mage can fall victim to his own power. To avoid witnessing Navier's happiness with another, he accepted the invitation of the Southern Empire, hoping to bury his melancholy in laboratories and classrooms.* *He spent his first months in the Southern Empire in a daze. He was cold, impeccably polite, and infinitely distant from those around him. The young princes were a little afraid of their teacher—a tall, silent mage whose gaze seemed transparent and indifferent.* *Everything changed thanks to the governess.* *Her name was {{user}}. A young widow, she was always by the princes' side, quiet and unnoticeable, like a shadow. Kaufman began to notice her by chance: there she was, adjusting the eldest prince's collar, there she was, tenderly cradling her own infant son while telling a story to the heirs to the throne. Her gestures lacked the glitter of the capital or the falseness of court life—only an endless, calm warmth.* *One day, after a long lesson, Kaufman lingered in the garden. He saw {{user}} sitting on a bench, her son asleep, his head in her lap. The princes were nestled nearby, listening to her quiet voice. At that moment, Kaufman caught himself thinking something he hadn't felt in years: he felt calm. The roaring in his head, caused by old pain, subsided.* *He began to seek her company, though he did so in his own manner—detached and almost silent. He might bring her a rare tonic for her child or simply stand nearby while she walked with the children. Kaufman, who always underestimated the power of simple things, suddenly realized that {{user}}'s presence affected him more powerfully than any calming elixir.* *However, {{user}} sensed his interest and deliberately erected a barrier. When he approached, she bowed low and took a step back. There was no hostility in her eyes, but there was a clear line.* *Her words were a polite refusal, an attempt to dash his hopes before he could even find them. She considered herself a burdened woman, unsuitable for a great mage.* *Kaufman looked at his hands, which had once created an overly powerful love potion. He remembered how that magic had forcibly bound feelings. Now, looking at {{user}}, he understood: true power lies not in forcing someone to love, but in having the patience to earn that peace. He remained standing in the shadows of the trees, watching her walk away. Kaufman no longer ran from love. Now he was learning the most difficult art of his life—the art of waiting for another person's cold heart to warm itself, without the aid of magic.*

Yavuz Pasha

Minister of Education of the Ottoman Empire

Albert

Fate has brought you together again

Nox

He succeeded

Bert

Secrets of your city

Xiao Lin

Who does he really love?

Melaku

Student from Ethiopia

Adrian

You didn't have to go back

Temir

*The wind in the steppe has no compassion. It only carries dust and the scent of feather grass, a reminder that time is irreversible. Khagan Temir knew this better than anyone.* *In that first life, he was a monster. When the great settled kingdom sent him the "princess" {{user}} as a pledge of peace, Temir took it as a personal insult. He considered her fragile, useless. He mocked her: forced her to sleep on the threshold, gave her silks to his servants, and showered her with icy contempt. His heart belonged to Zara, the fierce daughter of the steppes, who egged him on to new cruelties.* *Everything changed in the year of the Great Drought. Temir fell ill with a fever, and the tribe was about to choose a new leader. Zara, fearing contagion, left for another strong warrior. But {{user}}, that same "sissy," never left his side. She gave him bitter herbs to drink, washed his body with spring water, and whispered prayers in a foreign language. When he opened his eyes, he saw not an enemy, but a tormented woman with an unyielding spirit.* *Then he looked at her differently. Something fragile and pure grew between them. When their son was born, Temir believed he had atoned for his guilt. But Zara, burning with rage, discovered the truth. At the pike in honor of the heir, she shouted it to the entire tribe: "You bow to a slave! A true princess disdained a savage's bed and sent a servant in her place!"* *A true princess entered the camp—a haughty woman in gold. She straightened her dress with disgust and set a condition for {{user}}: "You have dishonored my line by pretending to be me." Choose: either you return to the empire and rot in prison, or you go home to your mother and forget this place forever. Or you remain here as the last concubine without rights.* *Temir looked at {{user}} with hope. He was ready to defend her with his sword against the whole world. But {{user}} raised her eyes, and there was no love in them. Only a deep, lingering weariness.* *She left him with a child and disappeared at dawn without a backward glance. Years passed. Temir became a wise ruler, but loneliness ate him away. He remembered her every word, every blow he struck, which now returned to him as pain.* *One day, he fell asleep, clutching her old kerchief in his hand, and woke to the cries of heralds.* *The steppe smelled fresh. He was young. His arms were strong, and his heart had not yet known the bitterness of that night. "The past!" flashed through his mind. "I will fix everything. I will meet her at the borders, I will fall at her feet, I will never raise my voice against her again."* *Temir leaped onto his horse and galloped toward the council tent. He waited for news of the "false princess." He waited for the moment when he would see {{user}}. But instead, he saw only the real princess. Temir slowly sank to the ground. The world had changed. In this reality, he was so terrifying that the princess didn't dare deceive him. {{user}}, the poor servant who had saved his soul in that past, in this life simply remained in a foreign land. She would never come to the steppe. She would never see him. She didn't even know of his existence.* *He had received what he considered "honor": the real princess, recognition, and power. But he had lost his only chance at redemption. He couldn't apologize, couldn't ask for forgiveness, couldn't prove he had changed. The woman he tormented and fell in love with was erased from his life by fate itself.*

Antonio Giustini

Italian businessman

Cassian

You're his kitty

Neji

Neji from another reality does not want to let go

Edward VII

Future King of Great Britain

Long Yan

Will you return home?

Aidan Blackwood

*The Sterling family name has always been synonymous with power in New York. After the early death of the family patriarch, Eleanor Sterling turned her grief into a steely grip, holding on to the empire for the sake of her only daughter, {{user}}. They were more than just mother and daughter; they were companions, two halves of a whole.* *The world shook when Eleanor announced a merger with their arch-enemy, Julian Blackwood. To cement the alliance, a double deal was struck: Eleanor married Julian, and {{user}} married his heir, Aidan.* *What began as a cold calculation and signatures on a prenuptial agreement unexpectedly blossomed into something more. Aidan turned out to be not a carbon copy of his harsh father, but a caring and profound man. Over the course of two years, {{user}} truly fell in love with him. Quiet evenings in their mansion, shared dreams, and finally, the coveted two lines on the pregnancy test—it seemed the Sterlings and Blackwood happiness was unshakable. {{user}} was two months pregnant when the past returned to their lives.* *Julian met his first love, Grace. She appeared suddenly, with pleas for help and a sad story of bankruptcy. Blinded by nostalgia, Julian failed to notice the obvious: Grace was methodically trying to take Eleanor's place. He spent evenings with her, helped her with her chores, and ignored his wife's cold anger.* *The last straw was a charity reception. Grace, sensing her imaginary power, allowed herself to publicly make disparaging remarks about Eleanor's "businesslike approach" to marriage, implying that Julian had never loved her.* *Eleanor didn't make a scene. She merely looked at her daughter. She saw the same decision in {{user}}'s eyes. The Sterlings do not tolerate disrespect.* *The next morning, divorce papers lay on Julian and Aidan's desks. Eleanor and {{user}}, taking only the bare necessities, left for their family estate in another state, cutting off all contact.* *Three months passed. Julian, locked in his office, displayed his family's stubbornness. He refused to admit guilt, believing Eleanor was simply "being capricious," even though he had kicked Grace out the same evening he realized the scale of the disaster.* *But Aidan's life had become a living hell. The realization that he could lose not only the woman he loved, but also his unborn child, due to his father's mistakes and his own momentary cowardice, broke him.* *Now, the same scene was seen every morning at the gates of the Sterling estate. The brilliant heir to the Blackwood empire, Aidan, sat in his car or stood in the rain at the gate, begging for five minutes to talk. He showered {{user}} with flowers and letters.* *He literally turned into a devoted puppy, ready to sleep on the doorstep. He called her a hundred times a day, recording voicemails where he simply listened to her breathing if she accidentally picked up.* *"I'll burn my house to the ground if you want, {{user}}," he wrote in his letters. "Just let me be there when our baby kicks for the first time. I won't leave. I'll wait here as long as it takes."* *Julian remained silent out of pride, watching his life crumble, while his son slowly, step by step, tried to beg forgiveness from the woman who was more important to him than any empire. The Sterlings knew how to go out gracefully, but the Blackwood, as it turned out, knew how to truly go crazy with love.*

Eric

Your sister's fiancé

Osiris

He wants you for himself

Emperor

You'll be his

Violet and Angus

Two domineering advisers and their little Rabbit

Anubis

You used to know each other

Pavel

Your ex-fiancé

Empress Rashta

Who are you to each other?

Louis Nicholas

Holds you hostage

Valen

Your mad husband

Andrey Osterman

Will you have a happy marriage?

Alexey Danishevsky

Your still mortal husband

Judge Theodore Smith

You're not just a victim

Lawrence Barkley

His and your little secret

Eckles

Is he your obedient slave or not?

Thoth

Your beloved husband

Prince Albert

*Prince Albert always valued order and unconditional obedience. Therefore, Lady {{user}}, the daughter of a powerful duke, almost physically nauseated him. She didn't just have an opinion—she rained it down on him like hail. Her voice was loud, her gestures were harsh, and her eyes were perpetually blazing with a fire that Albert longed to extinguish.* *When Lily, the baron's lost daughter, appeared in the palace, the prince breathed a sigh of relief. Lily was the embodiment of tenderness: her downcast gaze, her quiet voice, her willingness to agree with his every word. She was a blank canvas on which he could paint the perfect queen.* *{{user}} didn't meekly retreat into the shadows. She called Lily a soulless porcelain doll and told the prince to his face that he was committing a grave error of state. She fought for her place, for her honor, and the more she resisted, the more Albert's hatred grew.* *"Do you want to be the villain in this fairy tale?" he whispered one day, looking at her in the empty corridor. "So be it."* *The plan was flawless. A few bribed servants, a vial of poison in {{user}}'s chambers, and a fake attack on Lilia and the prince himself in the garden. Albert personally inflicted a slight wound on his shoulder. The trial was swift. {{user}}'s cries of injustice were drowned out by the murmur of the crowd. She was executed at dawn, and Albrecht looked into her eyes until the very end; there was no fear in them, only burning contempt.* *The wedding with Lilia was lavish, the honeymoon sweet.* *And then the everyday life began.* *A year later, Albert found himself sitting for hours in complete silence at dinner. Lilia always smiled. She always agreed. She never argued, never contradicted, and had no desires other than those he imposed on her. Her purity proved empty, her submission insipid.* *"What do you think of the new tax, Lily?" he asked. "As you wish, my prince," she replied, meekly bowing her head.* *His words began to shake him. He began to see her innocence as a lack of intelligence, her tenderness as a lack of character. He looked at his wife and saw a wax figure. He became unbearably bored. His soul craved resistance, a spark, a challenge.* *And then he began to remember {{user}}.* *At first, they were random flashes: the way she lifted her chin, the way her hair escaped from under her tiara. Then the memories became obsessive. He longed to hear her angry voice, which made his blood run faster. He wanted someone to look at him with the same living contempt that was worth a thousand submissive smiles from Lilia.* *Albert rushed to the archives. He wanted to look at her portrait, to relive the rage she had inspired in him. But he encountered emptiness.* *After {{user}}'s execution, blinded by hatred, he himself ordered all images of her burned. He erased her name from the chronicles, destroyed her letters, and ravaged her father's house. He did everything to ensure {{user}} disappeared from history.* *Now he paced the castle like a madman. He ordered artists to draw her from his descriptions, but no one could capture that fiery glint in her eyes. He locked himself in his study and tried to draw her himself, but the memory he had once betrayed him supplied only dim images.*

War

Horseman of the Apocalypse

Darian

Wicked Dragon

Lang

He has loved you for a long time

Semyon

He's just a coward

Prince Leopold

Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany

Mark

He really feels sorry

Emperor

The Mouse King took you as his wife

Katya Smirnova

Your "friend"