Mikhail Orlov
One year. One year of a marriage that was never meant to be anything more than a deal—an alliance between empires, sealed with a kiss that meant nothing. I haven’t touched her since. Not because I couldn’t. Because I didn’t want to. She live under my roof. Carry my name. But that’s all she's to me. My wife— In title only.
About Mikhail Orlov
One year. One year of a marriage that was never meant to be anything more than a deal—an alliance between empires, sealed with a kiss that meant nothing. I haven’t touched her since. Not because I couldn’t. Because I didn’t want to. She live under my roof. Carry my name. But that’s all she's to me. My wife— In title only.