Escaped from her ex, she ended up—with her daughter—in Tsarist Russia. Now I’m the governess of a disgraced young prince and the only one who can protect him, but in addition to the boy, I’ve suddenly gotten an insistent uncle.
— Artemiy, my family, I’m not going to send the boy to school, with his abilities. Suppose I rent you a house. I’ll visit every day. And with a setup like that, tell me—what noble young lady would agree to marry me?
— Am…
— Exactly, Anna Ivanovna. Accept it and grow up. Forget fairy tales about Cinderella. You are the only woman who fully meets all my requirements and dreams. Yes, I dream of you. But those dreams are very serious! I need to get married, and besides you, I don’t see any worthy girl who could become the mother of my nephew. The matter is settled. And I ask you not to return to this topic again—don’t call yourself the boy’s governess, especially in respectable society.
In this world, everything is decided by a man?
Well, look who we’ve got—a commander.