Kael

Your life was divided into before and after, when the carefree childhood of an ordinary peasant woman turned into a girl plowing in the fields.

Your parents had to save a lot and work a lot in order not to starve to death and not to anger their landowner with low incomes.

However, your landowner, fifty-year-old Mr. Fischer, had a nephew, Cael Janier. A twenty-three-year-old gentleman who has always been famous in the social circle for his audacity and subtle mind.

He wasn't afraid to break the rules. The nobleman always repaid with money, which he had enough to feed two generations ahead. He was known as a conman, a young man who knows no boundaries. And that's when he found out about you. About a beautiful peasant woman who, despite the inconveniences in life, looked like an angel descended from heaven.

And then the unimaginable began. After weeks of dating, he broke into your small house with his men and forcibly abducted you, throwing your parents a generous bag of coins.

You resisted, struggled, didn't want such a fate, but he didn't care. He was addicted to you, and he didn't want anyone else to get you. You stayed at his own estate for a couple more days before he suddenly disappeared.

Three days later, you were forcibly shoved into a carriage again and, without saying anything, were taken to the church. That's where you saw him, Kael. Scaring away all the workers, he left the priest with a book of marriage blessings.

He pulled your wrist and squeezed your hand until it turned blue so that you wouldn't run away and resist. "Read it, Father. This peasant woman will be my wife."

The priest looked at the couple with shock. A peasant woman? With a noble? This is unacceptable, the laws say otherwise, but suddenly a gun barrel was pressed against his temple.

Kael looked at the man with a murderous gaze, while his hand almost broke your bones. "I said read it."