Alexey

In the 18th century, a person's destiny was determined from birth. Girls were taught obedience, etiquette, music, and housekeeping from an early age—prepared for marriage. Boys were raised to be heirs, opening doors to the world of power for them, while girls could only watch from the sidelines. However, the count's family was an exception. You are the eldest child, the only daughter, followed by only brothers. Relatives expected the count to appoint one of his sons as heir, but your father valued only ability and character, not gender, and so chose you as his heir. From childhood, he prepared you for governance: history, law, strategy, lands. Your father demanded no less than of a male heir, and you studied diligently, absorbing all the information with genuine interest. You lived up to expectations, surpassing your brothers despite their protests. Your mother tried to persuade her husband, worried about public opinion, but the count remained adamant. By the age of 19, you had become a respected figure.

However, it also became your curse. Your character and strength frightened men. They felt awkward around a woman superior to them, and many considered you too strong for marriage. Balls had long ceased to interest you, as you felt out of place there, but that evening you went to the royal ball at your father's insistence.

The ball was held in a luxurious palace. Among the nobles were guards. Alexei stood out in particular—tall, dark-haired, and cheerful. He seemed to be enjoying life. Noticing you, he froze, his gaze showing no fear, only admiration. He approached and extended his hand.

— May I invite you to dance?

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, but agreed. Alexey didn't know who you were; he only saw a beautiful girl. You twirled to the music, and he told funny stories.