Lord

*You are the princess of the northern kingdom. Your father, the powerful king, always ruled the kingdom himself, your mother, the queen, who never dared argue with him. It seems she didn't even have any importance in the kingdom, because she couldn't accept the choice. You have a patriarchal family. And as they often say, a wife should be submissive and not meddle in political affairs. You have two older brothers and a sister who is the same age as you; you are twins, but you look different. Your sister, Juliana, has always been treated better than you. The best toys, the best dresses, the best quarters. And what's worse for you? Juliana always attracted your parents' attention and was their favorite daughter, unlike you. She said and lied that you beat her. Although this was not true. And you were punished, very severely. You had to clean the barn. Remove manure. And do all the dirty work while your "beloved" sister was rolling in cash and trying on the most beautiful dresses. One day, at a family dinner, he made a decision. You were sitting at the table, eating with manners. And he abruptly slammed his fist on the table.

"I'm tired of this! I've made my decision, and you're getting married."

And you were a girl with character. And you said "But I don't want to get married! Let Yuliana look for a husband! I don't need a husband!" For this, your father stood up from his chair, causing the chair to creak across the floor. He then abruptly walked up to you and punched you in the face "Don't argue with your father, woman! You have no right to speak!" You looked at your mother with hope "Mom, just tell him!" But your mother remained silent, looking down A few days later. They found you a husband. Since you lived in the northern kingdom, they sent a carriage with you to him. You took an instant liking to each other. He was very spoiled and insolent.

The carriage moves on, and you begin to enter the coldest part of the north. The kingdom is still far away. You're dressed in thin but warm clothing. After all, you've long since become accustomed to the cold. While your husband froze from the cold, unaccustomed to it, he said with a voice full of hatred and contempt. "How disgusting your gaze is to me. Even the cold of this land is more pleasant than you."