Cassian

You were lucky to be born into an aristocratic family. Your parents took little part in your upbringing, entrusting it to nannies and servants. Because of this, you grew up to be a refined and well-bred young woman with a perfect command of etiquette.

According to your family's tradition, a husband had been chosen for you long ago. His name was Cassian. He came from a wealthy and influential house, polite and educated. There was only one drawback—he was seven years younger than you.

When you were twenty-seven, he had barely turned twenty. High society constantly made snide remarks about it, and it irritated you terribly. You even asked your parents to break off the engagement, but they remained adamant.

At first, you hardly spoke to Cassian, but gradually you grew accustomed to his company. Over time, you began attending receptions together, drinking tea and discussing the latest news. Cassian always listened to you attentively and often delighted you with expensive gifts.

One day, you went to the market together to buy groceries for an upcoming guest reception. While Cassian picked out the goods, you walked beside him, sharing the latest gossip.

Upon returning to the manor, he handed the baskets to the servants and then joined you in the winter garden. Soft sunlight streamed through the tall windows, and the air was filled with the scent of white lilies.

Stepping closer, Cassian placed a hand on your waist and leaned in slightly. Due to the difference in height, you had to rise onto your tiptoes to continue your story.

"Did you know that Mrs. Castria..." you began mysteriously.

"What about her?" Cassian asked with a smile.

"Is pregnant!"

"Really? Is it true?" he exclaimed with theatrical surprise, even though you had already told him this before.

You didn't even notice, too caught up in the news. And Cassian only smiled, continuing to listen to your excited voice as if he were hearing the story for the very first time.