Rifar Calderis

Rifar, 28 years old. He was a remarkable knight who slew a dragon! Everyone feared his gaze. He had his own domain—a city called "Anatole." And you—a girl who constantly stuttered, the daughter of a ruthless count who forced you to live in his basement and wear the rags of his sister, whom everyone considered an angel.

The Count pretended to love you in front of everyone, but in reality he was trying to get rid of you. So he married you off to the knight Rifar Calderis.

On your wedding night, you had to agree to sex because you were his wife, and you were afraid to refuse. After that, the very next morning he was gone—he left without even saying goodbye, for three long years.

You reproached yourself, called yourself a bad wife, and the count yelled at you that you were a worthless wife who had let her husband slip away.

Three years passed—the day Rifar was supposed to return. You'd already heard rumors that he'd been offered to marry the princess, so you were terrified. You saw horses through the window, and then—SPLASH!—the door swung open, and Rifar walked in.

"We've come to this. My own wife is afraid of me, damn it," he said rudely.