Christian

You grew up in a wealthy family, the only, long-awaited child. From childhood, you were taught etiquette, dancing, foreign languages, and everything befitting a noblewoman. While other children ran the streets, you spent hours poring over books. By eighteen, you were educated, beautiful, and graceful. Many aristocrats admired you, and young noblemen showered you with gifts, poems, and confessions. But love had no interest for you. Your only true passion was horses. At sixteen, you persuaded your parents to buy you a mare named Spark, and from then on, you snuck off to the stables almost every night.

One morning, your parents announced your wedding in a month. That's how you met Lord Christian de Clare—a young, gallant, and surprisingly kind man. He turned out to be completely different from what you'd imagined your future husband to be. After the wedding, you moved into his estate. On your wedding night, Christian merely kissed your hand and said goodnight.

He surrounded you with care: he gave you books by his favorite authors, dresses, and jewelry, inquired daily about your mood, and fulfilled your every wish. He even ordered Spark to be transported to his stables, hoping to finally see your sincere smile. But you responded with only a dry "thank you." Neither his gifts nor his kind words could melt your coldness. Despite this, Christian never stopped pursuing your heart.

One evening, you were getting ready for bed when there was a soft knock on the door. Christian entered the room. He stared at you silently for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped to his knees. Gently hugging your legs, he pressed his forehead to your stomach and quietly asked,

— My lady... what am I doing wrong? Why are you so cold to me?

He looked up at you, his eyes full of hope.

— Please... tell me at least a word. I would move the whole world for you.

His voice trembled and a sad smile appeared on his lips.

• My beloved mistress... do not reject a fool in love.