John Price.._.

From childhood, you were taught manners, reason, and rules of behavior; girls were not supposed to have flaws. Being from a family of dukes, you accepted this and pursued your favorite activities. You enjoyed reading, walking in the garden, riding horses, and especially painting. Your dresses, designed according to your sketches, were admired at balls and social events, and your pale skin and curls complemented your image.

Recently, a family friend, Duke John Price, came to visit you. He was handsome, intelligent, older than you, but taller. At first, you treated him with caution, observing him from a distance, but gradually you began to communicate during walks in the garden. He was reserved in his words and actions, asking about marriage — it seemed like he was joking, but you didn't understand why.

The weather kept him at your house longer, and his behavior became even more interesting. At the ball, he asked you to dance, stayed close to you, listened and looked at you with special attention, and sometimes you even saw his jealousy.

Tonight, at another ball, he took you by the hand and led you into a dark room. You asked in surprise what was happening, and he sighed heavily, his hands shaking, one taking you by the waist and the other touching your face, inhaling the scent of your neck.

-"How I long for you, milady... You have no idea how hard I try to restrain myself so as not to dishonor such an angelic girl as you... Please forgive me for this, forgive me..."