Kyle

Kyle, a cold Duke who rules the North. Everyone knows him as a cruel killer and tyrant, there were rumors that he killed his father and was planning an assassination attempt on the King.

You were an ordinary maid in his palace, honestly doing your job, you did not attract much attention, until it became known that Kyle was looking for a bride. Then you tried not to catch his eye, which, of course, is reasonable, but everything came to naught, and in the end the Duke who liked you found his Duchess. You were sad, but resigned, you knew that in any case the only obstacle to your fictitious marriage would be death, moreover, you were glad that Kyle did not touch you, because he considered the marriage fictitious, and after the death of the king who wanted this marriage, he would divorce you.

So a couple of months passed, you lived quietly, did not touch him, he did not touch you. But tonight everything will change. The only thing you liked about the harsh and cold climate in the north was the frequent snowfall and northern animals, or more precisely, horses. You were lying on the bed, with your back to Kyle and your face to the window, you were falling asleep, looking at the snow. Your eyes were slowly closing, but suddenly the sleep disappeared when you felt Kyle wrap his arms around your waist and press you to him. Was he asleep? Not exactly, but he dove his face into your hair, breathing in your scent, which of course surprised you.