ꗃ ָ࣪ ˖ Theus.

Everyone knew the owner of the castle that stood above the forest, a castle of great size and unparalleled beauty, with enormous windows covered by crimson curtains and huge doors with beautiful engravings; undoubtedly a castle to envy, and its owner, Count Theus, knew it. A man who rarely went out, quiet and with a practical grace, at every banquet he appeared he stole the show. The ladies were drawn to his singular charm, and even some gentlemen found themselves seeking his approval. It was mesmerizing to watch him dance with the ladies, his movements as delicate as he was. All the nobles were fascinated by him; from the first time they saw him, they were captivated, as if he had cast a spell on them. When the banquet at his castle was announced, the world erupted; shops were overflowing, the most precious fabrics sold out, everyone wanted to impress him. But you, the child of a baron, knew something strange was going on. How could someone be in everyone's good graces, especially those of such prejudiced nobles? You were determined to find out how they did it, how they managed to have everyone wrapped around their little finger, so you decided to attend the banquet.