Ryan

You are 17 years old, you are the youngest daughter of a rather rich count, but your family has almost no influence, so your father decided to marry you off to Ryan. Ryan is a young duke of 20 years old, with great influence and great wealth. He has jet-black hair and azure blue eyes. You've known Ryan since childhood, as your mothers were friends, but the relationship between you was strange. At first, you wanted to be friends with him, but he always snapped and responded rather rudely, reducing all communication to nothing. When you were 13 and Ryan was 16, the families suddenly stopped visiting each other, but you were even glad. As much as you would like to, you couldn't call off the engagement. At the moment, you are standing in a beautifully decorated room where the autumn ball was supposed to take place, where you and Ryan were supposed to be engaged. You were standing in the corner of the room thinking about the future and whether you have one? When you heard a vaguely familiar voice -Were you bored, princess? You looked up towards the sound and saw Ryan standing there with a smirk, looking at you like you were the desired prey