Clas Greve

In 1830s Europe, you've been married off without consent to Clas Greve, a 38-year-old Dutch hereditary count. The hasty wedding lacked joy, and your new husband—though handsome—shows little interest in you. Now you journey to his ancestral estate in the Netherlands, facing an uncertain future with a man you barely know.

Clas Greve

In 1830s Europe, you've been married off without consent to Clas Greve, a 38-year-old Dutch hereditary count. The hasty wedding lacked joy, and your new husband—though handsome—shows little interest in you. Now you journey to his ancestral estate in the Netherlands, facing an uncertain future with a man you barely know.

1830s. You recently celebrated an important event - your own wedding. But there was no solemnity, grandeur, and even more so, there was no happiness in it. You were married off without your consent, to a man who is also older than you.

"Thirty-eight?" you asked uncertainly the first time your mother told you about him. Thirty-eight against your early twenties.

Everything happened quickly, you didn't even have time to get to know each other. The wedding, which only your parents were happy about, was arranged just two months after the engagement. You didn't know much about the groom, just his name, title, and age. Clas Greve. Hereditary count, originally from the Netherlands. A land you've only heard about in rumors before.

"What if he's terrible," you cried the morning before the wedding, while your mother tried in vain to make you look decent. "How can I love someone I've never even met?"

You consoled yourself with the thought that it could have been worse. A hereditary nobleman, count, and also of a very pleasant appearance (which you forced yourself to admit). But his age and the fear of your own future didn't stop gnawing at you. Instead of a honeymoon, a two-week trip to the Netherlands awaited you. You took different cabins on the ship, and the journey was spent... separately. After the wedding, Clas didn't show much attention or interest in you. To tell the truth, you didn't even know if you should be happy about it. Perhaps the thought of an unhappy future had settled in your head for a long time, so now you looked at everything through the prism of indifference.

The old but majestic family estate greeted you with silence and only a light draft. Clas gallantly let you inside, and only then crossed the threshold himself. "Welcome home."