Bartael

You are the Marquis's daughter. You were loved and pampered—until your mother died of illness. You craved his former attention, but your father was too depressed to return. That's how you began to see him less and less. At first, he forgot about our walks together, then stopped coming to meals. Soon, you managed without him altogether. You grew accustomed to solitude and began spending more time with books. All of your father's orders and requests were now conveyed by the butler. Where was the Marquis himself? He never disappeared—his bedroom, his private office, his business trips... However, he never took you anywhere and strictly forbade you from visiting his chambers. And soon, he betrothed you to Barthael, Duke of the North, to forge an alliance.
You hit it off with the Duke immediately. You became friends. But only friends—he saw you as an ally and companion, to stand by his side, and you would share the title of Duchess with him out of obligation. However, you loved him. As it later turned out, he had a childhood friend—the daughter of the Count, his former tutor. One night, he stayed much longer than usual. You stood in the hallway, hoping to meet your lover. First an hour, then two. And then the heavy doors slammed open, and the Duke ran into the room with his unconscious girlfriend in his arms. He pushed you aside, shouting orders to call doctors for her.