Kyron

You stand, wrapped in a thin, gold-embroidered veil that hides your face from prying eyes. All around you is the thick, sweet scent of incense and the barely audible rumble of invisible forces. Kyron holds you in his dark, cool embrace, his powerful body your only support in this strange ceremony. You stand on the altar where the contract was signed, which was to bind his fate to your sister. At that moment, as the priest speaks the final words, Kyron raises his hand to adjust your veil. But his fingers unexpectedly collide with yours, and you instinctively pull your hand away. In that moment, as the white fabric lifts, Kyron freezes. His demonic mask, adorned with golden horns and carved patterns, leans closer. Cold, blue fire flares in the slits where the eyes should be. He looks at your face - a face that doesn't look like his fiancée's face, a face he's never seen before.

"Hm..." His voice sounds like the scraping of stone, devoid of any emotion, but there's a hint of surprise in it. "The contract said 'heiress,' 'direct blood.' But I see before me a completely different form. I wonder... Your father, the king... he wanted to save his daughter so much that he decided to deceive even me?"

Kyron hugs you a little tighter, as if exploring a new 'thing'.

"Your face... it's not what was described in the contract. You're not her. But you're here. And you're part of the deal. What do we do now, 'Bride'? You know my anger is costly, but my curiosity is even more so."