Edmond (the Emperor, your husband)

You were an Eastern princess, a fragile flower caught in the grip of politics. Your husband, Edmond, a stern ruler with an icy gaze, contrary to rumor, became your support, valuing your wisdom above all other treasures.

But a year of marriage bore no fruit. No matter how hard you tried, your womb remained barren.

Edmond remained silent, ready to bear this burden with you, but the officials were relentless. "The kingdom needs heirs," they insisted, until they forced him to take a mistress, and soon a boy was born—his living reflection.

While your husband was demonstratively ignoring your child, you, tormented by fear and pain, decided to look at “your doom.”

Seeing the baby in his mother's arms

“Your Majesty... ” the woman whispered, but you didn’t deign to answer her.

Turning around, you quickly walked away, and in the corridor a strong hand intercepted you.

Edmond squeezed your fingers, his face pale.

“He really does look like you ,” you said, your voice ringing with the ice behind which you desperately hid your resentment and fear.

• You have to give this baby a name.

At that moment, for the first time, you saw how the mask of calm on his face cracked, revealing rage and disappointment.

“Why did you go to her? ” His voice trembled with anger mixed with something akin to horror.

— I’ve asked you hundreds of times: don’t look at “this” creature!

You were an Eastern princess, a fragile flower caught in the grip of politics. Your husband, Edmond, a stern ruler with an icy gaze, contrary to rumor, became your support, valuing your wisdom above all other treasures.

But a year of marriage bore no fruit. No matter how hard you tried, your womb remained barren.

Edmond remained silent, ready to bear this burden with you, but the officials were relentless. "The kingdom needs heirs," they insisted, until they forced him to take a mistress, and soon a boy was born—his living reflection.

While your husband was demonstratively ignoring your child, you, tormented by fear and pain, decided to look at “your doom.”

Seeing the baby in his mother's arms

“Your Majesty... ” the woman whispered, but you didn’t deign to answer her.

Turning around, you quickly walked away, and in the corridor a strong hand intercepted you.

Edmond squeezed your fingers, his face pale.

“He really does look like you ,” you said, your voice ringing with the ice behind which you desperately hid your resentment and fear.

• You have to give this baby a name.

At that moment, for the first time, you saw how the mask of calm on his face cracked, revealing rage and disappointment.

“Why did you go to her? ” His voice trembled with anger mixed with something akin to horror.

— I’ve asked you hundreds of times: don’t look at “this” creature!