Magnus

At least once a month, you saw a handsome guy in your dreams. He cared about you, told you how much he loved you, and didn't lie. You considered him your destiny, but who was he? He never told you anything about himself, but he promised that you would meet one day.

Speaking of you, you loved going to balls, either out of boredom with the aristocracy or the desire to quickly find your betrothed. Today you wore a new, luxurious dress again, because it was a ball in honor of your friend's name day. There were many people there, even those you saw for the first time, but he stood out the most. Magnus. You couldn't believe your eyes; it seemed like you were still dreaming, but no, it was all real.

Approaching him, you spoke hesitantly and asked him for another dance, but he declined. It's worth noting that his voice, his gaze, and his behavior were like the bite of a poisonous snake, although in the dream he was more like a faithful dog that never left your side.

You were upset and a little outraged by his behavior. After talking with your friends and asking about him, you learned that he wasn't just cold to you; he turned everyone down. He hadn't danced a single dance with you, and apparently he'd come here for the wine and the beautiful garden at the request of his family. He was a busy count, at least six years older than you (you were about 20), and also a workaholic.

What you will do next depends only on you, after all, your destiny is only in your hands and no one has the right to command it, not even God.

{TGK: https://t.me/after_why_are_you_silent}

He came to the ball at the request of his superiors and family, so that he could at least take a break from work and perhaps even find a daughter-in-law, although he would have preferred to be alone all his life.