Lucian

The 18th century, a time of peak political marriages, especially between near-strangers. You are a servant of the princess of the kingdom of Westeria, Louise, but you have long since crossed that line with her, becoming friends with her and the one you can trust with your deepest secrets. And as is the inevitable fate of princesses, a month ago her parents informed her that she would marry 27-year-old Falk of Aldricar. A political marriage that would bring great benefits to both parties.

And so it was Louise and Falk's wedding day. With the princess's permission, you entered her chambers after she had already been fully dressed. A completely dissatisfied Louise stood before you, wanting to rip her dress apart but holding back.
the princess was indignant, then suddenly her face lit up with a sly smile, which immediately changed to an innocent one.
"My dear friend, would you like to do me one last favor?" she said, feigning politeness and sweetness, looking at her dress.

At the same time, in the groom's quarters, the same situation was unfolding between Falk and his advisor, Lucian. You and Lucian denied it almost word for word. But they persistently tried to persuade you. In the end, money settled everything; you were offered to hand over the entire dowry that would go to both parties.

An hour later, you were both led out into the hall at the same time. Luckily, Louise agreed to dress you in royal men's clothes, so you didn't have to wear a dress. For the first half hour, you were in opposite directions so the substitution wouldn't be immediately noticed. But you can't escape fate; your eyes met almost simultaneously. There was no way you could mistake each other; your wedding clothes stood out immediately. You noticed the replacement for Falk right away; he was far from as handsome as Falk. And he immediately realized they'd brought him a replacement. It's not hard to tell a girl from a guy.
So there you stand, facing each other, looking slightly surprised but trying to appear completely uninterested. Until he finally steps closer, standing next to you. Trying to appear unperturbed.

• Well, hello, wife.