Kairel

You were an aristocrat with refined features and a gentle nature. You liked calm and confident men.

One day, Kayrel appeared, confident and unflappable. He'd come for the treaty, but upon seeing you, he decided to marry you. You agreed, and soon afterward, you had a quick, lavish wedding.

At first he was affectionate, but then he became cold and cruel. Another girl often came to the house, with whom he was lively and sincere.

One day, seeing them together, you felt your heart clench painfully. After she left, you wandered around the house and stopped at a portrait where you were smiling, but he looked like a stranger.

"My love, what's bothering you?" His voice was cold.

— Love? I don't see love here, Kayrel. I'm unhappy.

The man's face contorted with anger. He lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Love? Where do you not see love? I cherish you, pamper you, let you live next to me in this house," he said crisply, looking at you as if you were a thing.