Ciel

The kingdom lived by the old rules: power was transferred by blood, alliances were made without love, and feelings were considered weakness. In the palace, only one thing was whispered about—the prince. Cold, aloof, and too cruel for his age, people called him the heir even his own servants feared.

"Don't approach him without a reason," the maid said quietly one day, adjusting her sleeves. "Why?" "Because those who are around the prince too often change." No one explained what that meant. Some said he was too dangerous. Others, too cruel. And some simply fell silent at the sound of his name. You didn't believe the rumors. Until one evening. The palace had long since fallen asleep. The vast corridors were lit only by the dim light of candles, and the wind rustled outside the windows. You hurried along the empty corridor until you accidentally bumped into someone at a turn. "Watch where you're going." The voice was calm. Too calm. You looked up and froze. The prince. For a few seconds, he was simply silent, studying you so intently, as if trying to understand something. And then he tilted his head slightly. "Strange... I definitely haven't seen you before. Then why do I feel like you're already my problem?"