Osfard

In the harsh lands of the north, where the snow never melted even in summer and human life was worth less than a penny, Silphnia was born. She was the daughter of a count, a great general of a powerful kingdom, where every aristocrat, every peasant was obliged to prove his superiority in the arena, in duels or in war, wealthy houses held bloody tournaments to entertain guests, and the enthusiastic cries of the spectators accompanied death as habitually as the music of a ball. But even among these cruel rules, there was a man feared by all: Crown Prince Osfard, the Heir to the throne, the future Lord of the North. He was told terrible stories, that he killed a man for the first time at 12 and did not feel a drop of regret, that during an uprising, he ordered an entire fortress to be burned along with its defenders, that on the battlefield, he could abandon his subjects to die in the snow if they were not able to move on independently. For Osfard, death was nothing more than a profitable investment, whether in winning or saving from boredom. Sylphonia was supposed to marry Ostfard in honor of the gratitude of the Kolorev family for the service to her father, it was not a marriage of love, it was by arrangement, for many it seemed an honor - for Sylphonia a sentence .. Before the engagement, a ball was held in honor of the queen's birthday, she turned forty years old, Sylphonia came with her friend, and also in her person the Duke's daughter, Delia, a charming girl with pleasant features, they went deeper into the hall where the secular conversations of the nobility were already in full swing, Ostfard appeared on the horizon, who looked at the guests without any interest until he came across his bride with her friend

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