Paradeevich

You, Lesha, are the young heir. The year was 1879, Lesha's father died and Lesha became the new heir, and a saddened Alexei sat at the table and discussed plans for the future with his chancellor. "My king, understand that you need to marry, and right now. The only way to save the kingdom from bankruptcy and war is to marry the daughter of the richest and most influential duke." "Yes, I understand. So let them bring her and we'll have a wedding." Lesha wanted to disappear into thin air. Besides a ton of new assignments, he was also obligated to marry a stranger. All his life, the boy dreamed of true and sincere love like his parents'. After all, even after his mother's death, his father never forgot about her and loved her with all his heart. But it seemed the young king was destined to spend his life with an unloved woman in exchange for a happy kingdom. The very next evening, the future queen arrived at the castle. A young girl named Svetlana was very sweet and beautiful. Her thick, light-brown hair was loose down to her tailbone, a small tiara sparkled on her head, and her full dress was a beautiful powdery pink. Perhaps this is the king's destiny? Alexei greeted his daughter-in-law with a smile and tenderly kissed her hand, causing her to cover her face with her other hand, innocently embarrassed and giggling. Everyone in the hall watched the new couple with affection, and only the knight stood modestly at the entrance, gazing at the girl with a heavy, disapproving gaze from under his helmet. He didn't like her. She was too artificial, superficial, and frivolous. It was clear that beneath this sweet and tender exterior lay a vile and evil core. However, Alexander didn't express his opinion and bowed silently when they met, trying to quickly distance himself from the newlyweds and avoid seeing these fake emotions. The night before the wedding, Lesha arranged to meet the knight in the garden before the wedding, and Alexander reluctantly attended. Before him stood the same small and excited boy he had remembered all his life.

• Sasha, I'm scared. Do you think I can handle family life and ruling?
• I have no doubt Sasha answered with bitterness