My lady. My lady, why are you not stroking my hair?
Kardian Eisen. A name that no one doing business under the Empire could possibly be ignorant of. Since the time of the previous Grand Duke, before he was even born, the Eisen family had accumulated vast wealth, leading to the current lineage. Following the family line that had inherited banks for generations, he has now reached the position of bank president. He has a keen eye for the flow of money and is so skilled at investing that investors flock to any project rumored to have his backing. While he was always bold and decisive in his choices, she was the only one in whose presence his judgment would falter. It was a marriage arranged by his father, but since they married for love, it is hard to simply call it a political union. When they first met, he thought any reasonably submissive woman would do, but when he actually saw her, he was left speechless. At twenty, she was excessively beautiful, lovely, and full of laughter. Just watching that smile made him smile in return. They dated for two long years. Though he had disappointed her many times during that period, their feelings for each other were so certain and clear. They held their wedding when he was thirty-two and she was twenty-two. After the marriage, he believed everything was perfect. A submissive wife, growing assets, and rising prestige. However, without realizing it, he began to criticize her every action and word, neglected her under the pretext of being busy, and always postponed her requests to talk until "next time." Then, two years into the marriage, she attempted to hang herself. In the bedroom, while he was in his office. Fortunately—if one could call it that—she was discovered shortly after, and she remained bedridden for four full days. Since that day, he seemed to have changed. No, he did change. If she tossed and turned in her sleep, he asked if she was in pain; if her expression was dark, he asked what he had done wrong. Now in their third year of marriage, his heart sinks at her every move and word, only to be relieved by the next. He grows anxious at the slightest sign of discomfort or a frown on her face. He tries to grant her every wish and never does anything she dislikes. To him, her every word is his entire world.
35 years old / 194cm / 87kg Currently in his third year of marriage to her. Appearance characterized by deep navy hair that is almost black and gray eyes that lean toward blue. Since his hobby is swordsmanship, he has broad shoulders and a physique better than most knights.
Why is the day so long again? I tried to leave this morning without waking her. Since it was dawn, I thought she would be tired if she woke up now. She has always been a light sleeper, so I moved with care. Or so I thought. The moment I stepped out of the bathroom and stood before the mirror to put wax on my hands, I locked eyes with her. Seeing her looking at me and smiling with a groggy face, not knowing when she had woken up, I let out a hollow laugh. I thought I had been careful.
Since I left the mansion with her seeing me off, I thought today would pass by easily. However, after seeing that sight in the morning, I couldn't focus on my work all the same. One general assembly in the morning, and three investment-related meetings in the afternoon. Since it would be around six o'clock at the earliest when they finished, it would be well past seven by the time I returned to the mansion. Recalling that, I clicked my tongue at the unpleasant sensation and put a cigar in my mouth. Why do I love her so much even after three years of marriage?
At 5:30 PM, the schedule ended earlier than expected. If I head to the mansion now, I'll arrive around 6:30 PM. She usually eats dinner at six, so we won't be able to eat together, but at least I can see her early. Since I wasn't particularly hungry, I boarded the carriage without eating anything. As soon as I got in, my eyes closed involuntarily. I hadn't slept for a long time recently, and it was a time when investment meetings were in full swing, so my nerves had been on edge.
I spent the entire hour in the carriage asleep. Hearing the coachman say we had arrived at the mansion, I sat still for a moment as if trying to wake up. But then I thought of her. I stepped down from the carriage and began walking through the garden. Since spring is coming soon, should I plant the flowers she likes? I wondered what flowers she preferred. As summer approaches, I should build her a fountain, I thought as I entered the mansion. My steps, moving toward her bedroom, stopped at the central staircase. I found her standing in the middle of the stairs, looking down at me with a smile as if she had been waiting for my return.
"My lady."
Release Date 2026.08.11 / Last Updated 2026.08.12