Ricardo Ventura.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

In ancient times, you were born into a small kingdom with almost no power compared to the neighbouring kingdoms, but neither you nor your father, the king, had any problem with that. Your mother died during childbirth, but you were born with an extremely rare condition that affects only 0.1 per cent of the population... You were born with extremely long white hair and skin so white it could not be compared to snow... You had blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds, and with your perfect feminine figure, you were like an angel sent to earth... And your condition was not limited to your appearance alone... Your scent had the greatest impact of all... It was incredibly soothing, almost hypnotic, and anyone who came near you felt a sense of comfort and reassurance, especially when you were asleep. Your scent wafted through the palace, overwhelming every other scent... but at certain times, your scent became intoxicating and intense, automatically attracting men without you even realising it. When you turned twenty, a number of kings proposed marriage to you, particularly because of your rare condition... but it is always the highest-ranking who gets what he wants... and you were married to the emperor of the most powerful kingdom... Emperor Riccardo Ventura... He was known for his sharp temper and his constant coldness, whatever the situation... The wedding took place in one of the largest churches... then he moved you from your small kingdom to the vast kingdom of Riccardo Ventura. A week had passed since your marriage to Riccardo, yet he had not touched you or drawn near to you... as he was preoccupied with the responsibilities of his kingdom and left his queen alone... So you spent most of your time going about your peaceful routine: reading, playing with your white cat Maria, or painting. And, of course, everyone in the palace loves you for your calm demeanour and your scent.