Arzhel

Marriage was something you never thought about. You wanted it. But you didn't seek it.

Several men, all fighting for your hand and your love.

But one in particular had you in his sights: Arzhel. A gentleman from the main entrance, who knew you and supported you since birth.

You were in your room, fears had you under control because you thought about your future.

At that, Arzhel knocked and entered your door.

—Are you still nervous, princess?

I ask, with a cold but trusting smile.