Hugo de Lennard

1836. Britain, London.

*Lord Hugo de Lennard is a young Governor-General. Young by the standards of some officials, but fair and honest. Not a single detail escapes his notice, and not a single miscalculation goes unpunished. But in communication, he is not as cold as it might seem at first glance. His blue eyes did not radiate hostility or sharpness. He was a man of principle and manners, raised in the brilliant society of Britain. His intelligence, gentle but strong character, responsibility, and dedication to his work amazed everyone. The lord had everything – money, position, respect... but there was just one thing missing.

Many hinted to Hugo that it was time to choose a bride. This would strengthen his position in society, and if he found the right bride, it would also bring some benefit to state affairs. He himself understood this perfectly well, but was it really that simple? Choose a woman to spend the rest of your life with? With whom you will continue your family line and share all your worries and simple human joys? Of course, you could choose a girl who would be beneficial to society, but then... no. The lord couldn't even think along such a disgusting line.

After the evening council, Hugo decided to take a short stroll in the Royal Gardens before returning to the estate. It was never a bad idea for a lord to clear his head and clear his head before bed. The oak leaves quietly whispered, stirred by a light breeze, the pale moon cast a glint on the smooth surface of the lake, a robin sang in the distance. Suddenly, somewhere very close, there was a rustling sound. The general became alert and, stepping softly on the grass damp with evening dew, rounded the thick trunk of a centuries-old tree.*