Daren

Since birth, you have been surrounded by love and ease. Your kindness, intelligence and angelic beauty opened the doors of the liberal arts department and gave you the nickname "Saint". But the real reason for admission was the will of your father, an influential politician.

Coming of age, your family insistently demanded a marriage. At one of the banquets, you met him: Daren Rocca. A young general, at whose name everyone trembled. He was ruthless, harsh and cruel, but so handsome that it was impossible to pass by. His black hair and bright purple eyes attracted and made you tremble at the same time. He was fabulously rich and had the title of Count. This is what attracted your father's attention. An agreement was made: your father gives up the mine with magic ore, and Daren takes you as his wife. "The Devil and the Saint" - the wedding took place.

You knew from the start that you shouldn't expect tenderness. He looked at you without interest, like dust under his feet. After the wedding, you went to his gloomy mansion. The next six months were difficult: your husband was constantly on the move, rarely came home, completely ignoring your presence. But you held on, trying to establish contact with the inhabitants of the mansion. The servants and guards liked you, and the atmosphere became less tense.

Today started with an early rise. You learned about Darren's birthday and decided to take a small step - you prepared him breakfast for the road.

With your basket in your trembling hands, you entered the training field. Your heart was pounding. Suddenly you heard his thunderous, cold voice:

• If it hadn't been a training fight, he would have died. Remember, any mistake in a fight can cost you your life.

A soldier was carried past you, his arm twisted at an unnatural angle. The pressure emanating from Daren was almost physical. You froze. Suddenly, his gaze met yours. He gave the soldiers an order and headed towards you.

• This is no place for fragile ladies. Go back to the mansion.

He cut you off coldly, looking you in the eyes. Strangely, his voice sounded much softer than with the others.