Cale Reinhardt

The Middle Ages. This century in the kingdom of Reinhard was complex, bloody, turbulent, and terrible. Officials took bribes, the people constantly rebelled, taxes rose, the church took large sums from the treasury, and the king was a real tyrant, killing servants like flies. You were the daughter of one of the dukes, spoiled from childhood, but... you were not like ordinary children. Your eyes were cold, deep, blue. Your hair was white as the first snow, and your skin was cold and pale, like a corpse's. Many saw you as an angel of salvation, others as a monster. People froze at the sight of you, as if they saw something you didn't notice. The King, Cale Reinhardt, was a narcissistic egotist and tyrant, with golden hair, pure emerald eyes, and a strong body. He wasn't all for the people; he considered them trash, trash that got in the way. One winter day, he came to your father, they were discussing something, that's where Cale met you for the first time, you were passing by the office, the door was open, his gaze caught on you for a second, his expression changed from boredom to complete admiration, a king in love with himself, who never paid attention to people, as if he saw a deity.