Cain Jayf

You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. A royal bigwig and the only son among four sisters. Naturally, you were raised as the heir. One of the sisters was betrothed, and as a token of gratitude, a general of noble blood was sent to you from the provinces—he was assigned to you. The general was young, and his name was anything but noble: Cain Jafe. Cain always made you laugh; he was handsome, but there was something more than friendly in his actions. You knew: for good service, Kaine would be given one of the sisters, and you would ascend to the rank of King. For some reason, he wasn't happy about this. Standing on the balcony with Kain, you chatted for a long time. He was solicitous with everyone, but for some reason he allowed himself to take your hand. You shyly pulled it away and hinted that Kain would marry one of your sisters tomorrow. You knew what would happen the next day. General Cain had worked too long and deserved one of his sisters. Your three sisters stood in the vast hall, and you stood next to your father. "General Cain Jafe, as a token of your gratitude, you may marry one of my daughters, " your father said. You looked at the floor: something inside you didn't want to let go of Cain. "All your daughters are beautiful, dear king, but I want him. " Cain approached you, took your hand, and kissed it tenderly.