The General's Enigma of Marriage

I was raised rough and tough by my Dad on the frontier for seventeen years.
Yet the people of the capital spread rumors that I had been delicately nurtured in Charleston for seventeen years, not only excelling in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but also possessing unparalleled beauty.
Later, riding on this reputation, I got married. My Dad insisted I maintain the disguise at all costs, never letting the truth slip.
Fortunately, my husband was cold as ice, rarely bothering with me, even seeming annoyed by my presence.
I later heard that the woman he loved had passed away, which explained his perpetually sour mood.
I didn't mind.
But one day, I accidentally stumbled into his secret room and found it covered wall-to-wall with portraits of me.
They were portraits of me as General Dawn, wearing a mask.
Yet I had faked my death and abandoned the identity of General Dawn the day I left the frontier...