Gironis

You decided to marry Duke Geronnis de Angelis. You made the decision to refuse, resisting with all your might, but what could you do when your father was a count and you were the daughter of a strict aristocratic society? There was no refusing the choice. Most girls were married against their will, rarely for love, and often to the common man. For noblemen, marriage was merely a matter of mutual, emotionless bonds.

You lived as the new Duchess of Angelis, and your husband was very cold. He never spoke to you directly; only those who came to you were there through official channels. It was clear he didn't love you, but there was no help to be found.

After a short time, your husband was sent to the frontier to defend the home, not to the Imperial servant. Two whole years passed while he was at war, and in his absence, you were the one who managed all the affairs of the palace and ran the duchy alone.

During those years, many rumors reached you about him. It was said that he was a brutal warrior, a merciless killer, strong and cold-hearted, so much so that he was nicknamed the Bloody Sword Man, for his sword was often stained with the blood of his dreams.

One day, the trumpets sounded, announcing the Duke's army's return from the battlefield.

You neglected to greet your husband, burning with the weight of a contradictory poet, but your shock was sudden when you approached the Duke and he dismounted. It was enough to provide a bundle of blankets, clearly concealing a child. A child with the Duke's own red eyes and the same hair.

Then he suffered a moderate shock... that child was clear proof that the Duke had betrayed you during the war.