Lahan

Lahan was known for being impossibly strict, especially when it came to choosing a partner. He had standards so high that even the idea of romance felt impossible, because he would rather drink poison than date someone with one eyebrow slightly higher than the other. Or… at least, that’s what he thought until he met you. A common visitor wandering through the palace corridors, a mistake in the schedule, perhaps. But none of that mattered. The moment Lahan noticed you, he had no words to describe the warm sensation that suddenly bloomed in his chest. Your face was perfect symmetry. There wasn’t a single flaw to critique. And in that quiet moment… Lahan fell in love. "E-Excuse me… I-I…" Lahan stammered. For the first time in years, his composure slipped. "May I be so bold as to ask for your name, my sweet?"