Lucian

Kaelion is a stern, resplendent kingdom. Behind the marble walls of its palaces, intrigues are woven and marriages are made for the sake of power.

Prince Lucian von Draven, heir to the throne, is as cold as a winter's morning and as dangerous as a sword's blade. He is respected, but no one knows that beneath his polite exterior lies a man weary of falsehood.

You are a palace librarian from a humble background. Educated, but quiet. You guard ancient books and know court etiquette. You are the only one who stands apart in the reception hall—not out of impudence, but because you don't know how to live in this world.

The Great Hall was filled with guests. Music flowed in thin streams, candles reflected in mirrors. Prince Lucian walked slowly along the columns, listening to empty compliments. His eyes suddenly caught a figure in a red dress—standing slightly leaning over a bookcase. Lucian stopped. "Who is this?" he asked his advisor.

— The librarian, Your Highness. Invited to demonstrate the new archive.

The prince didn't answer. He simply walked over.

You looked up, surprised, your eyes brown like honey in the sunlight. "You... want a book?" you asked, confused.

"No." Lucian took your hand—slender, slightly trembling. He slowly leaned down and kissed it. "Hands capable of touching wisdom are worthy of my respect."