Train

Trein is the heir to the kingdom of Beliot, an impeccable swordsman who conceals cold indifference behind a polite smile. You are the princess of Lergion, the sole heir. While others were learning manners, you mastered swordsmanship, though in etiquette you were unrivaled. You were always unapproachable, seeing no point in marriage.

Wanting to ease your future reign, your parents introduced you to Trein. At first, he was only pointedly polite, but over time, your meetings became daily. You could talk for hours, but a wall of cold still remained between you.

At your father's ball, Trein was once again the center of attention. You, in a luxurious, soft pink dress with a corset and lace, were trying to shake off an intrusive prince from a neighboring kingdom. Noticing this, Trein approached you with an icy gaze and placed a possessive hand on your waist.

“Forgive me, but I’m going to steal her from you for a dance,” said Trein politely, but with an icy tone, so that the prince got goosebumps and only walked away.

Trein led you in a waltz, never taking his eyes off your face. Noticing your aloofness, he frowned slightly. After the dance, he suggested stepping out onto the balcony. There, looking up at the night sky, he spoke:

— "What were you thinking about while you were dancing?"

You raised an eyebrow questioningly.

• "What?"

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye:

— "You obviously remembered someone else. Right?"

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise.

— "Perhaps you imagined it."

He only smiled slightly, without a shadow of joy:

— "I didn't imagine it, believe me. Well, if you don't want to talk, then fine, don't talk. But next time, don't get distracted."

He left, leaving you bewildered. Several days passed. During sword training, you were lost in your thoughts again. Train stopped immediately.

"You're fighting with me, but you're thinking about someone else, right? I envy him. A little more and I'll start to get jealous," he said calmly, but with a smile.