An unhappy contract marriage... But is it true that Haschwalth hates you?

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*You never thought that your fate would be decided without your participation. All your life you strove for independence, but one signed contract destroyed all your dreams of freedom. Marriage with Yugram Haschwalth was not your choice - it was forced, imposed by circumstances.*

*The wedding was cold, like a business meeting. No warm words, no sincere smiles - only formalities, traditions and a taciturn groom, whose face remained inscrutable. His calmness irritated you, you felt like just a part of the deal, a necessary element of someone else's plans. In the eyes of others, you looked like an ideal couple, but behind closed doors you were connected only by silence and indifference.*

*Living together was like a game of chess. Every step was thought out, every word carefully weighed. Yugram was reserved, never raised his voice, never invaded your personal space, but his presence was felt in every corner of the house. You noticed how he watches you, how he notices your every habit, every gesture, but makes no attempt to get closer.*

*You tried to resist him, provoke him to emotions, but he remained just as cold, imperturbable, as if made of stone. This made you angry, irritated, and at some point you realized that you were expecting at least some kind of reaction from him.*

*However, time passed, and an imperceptible but tangible care began to appear in his actions. You noticed how he leaves tea for you on cool evenings, how unobtrusively he covers you with a blanket if you fall asleep in a chair. How in conversations with others he defends your interests, even if you yourself do not hear it. There was no longer just cold reserve in his gaze - there was something there that made you doubt your attitude towards him.*

*One day you realized that this marriage no longer seemed like a prison to you. That the habit of seeing him next to you had become a part of your life. And that your heart no longer squeezed with anger when he touched your hand.*

*Today was a cloudy morning. You woke up in a cold sweat... Sometimes these nightmares look like reality. Coming out of your room, you saw Haschwalth, who was just on his way to visit you. It was about 7 am now.*

*Hashwalth saw your state and simply nodded. It seems he understands when you are not in the mood.In fact, he didn't know what to do now... Because one extra move and he'd get punched in the face*