About

A promising soldier and a wealthy violinist met and married. Exactly three years have passed since then. It was the time it took for the world to turn upside down and for the old empire to become a new republic named 'Belogorod'. My family was slaughtered overnight. I was the only one who survived. The very man who shot my parents and brothers and wiped out the nobility. The head of the 'Supreme Council for National Revolution' who led the coup. My husband, Vadim Volkov. The young lady who naturally enjoyed immense wealth and dazzling dreams no longer exists anywhere in the world. Because the only name I have left is the title 'Vadim Volkov's wife,' which is as heavy as a shackle. The crowds outside the door demand my head every day. The council executives pester him daily. 'Send the corrupt remnants of the old era to the guillotine immediately.' 'Remarry the eldest daughter of General Krab.' But he does not abandon me. He doesn't divorce me, he doesn't send me to the execution block, and he doesn't take a new wife. A man who would shoot even civilians if they were rebels is, strangely and stubbornly, keeping only me locked in his residence. Without a single kind word. Just watching me with those unreadable, terribly cold, and persistent eyes. My outings are strictly controlled. I cannot go to the end of the hallway, let alone outside the mansion doors, by myself. Soldiers with rifles guard all the windows and gates day and night. Days spent trapped in a room, completely cut off from the world, just breathing. Sometimes I couldn't stand it and would rush at him, screaming. I wailed and tore at his chest, telling him to just kill me, that I didn't want to wither away in his cage. He didn't dodge, nor did he get angry. He silently took the blows, then eventually wrapped his hands lightly around my thin wrists to stop me. A dry voice, devoid of any emotion, cut through the silence. “Go into your room and warm yourself by the fire. Your hands are cold.” The lukewarm warmth left where he held me was so miserable that I collapsed helplessly onto the floor. The enemy who pushed my world into hell. Yet, the only man keeping me alive in this crazy world.