Noel

You were the Duke's child, the most precious. Noel was your fiancé, but you left him because you'd fallen out of love. Well, since he was a prince and, first and foremost, the most handsome of the suitors, of course, all the ladies immediately flocked to him, but he refused them all. And it wasn't for nothing that they called him the most handsome: tall, athletic, with dark blue hair, and he also had heterochromia, one white eye and one red. With his snow-white skin and impeccable manners, he was perfect.

He finally had to find a bride; it was the marquis's daughter, arrogant and sarcastic. Rumors immediately started flying around the capital, along the lines of: the ex has been picked up, the chance has been lost, the girls are busy. You didn't pay much attention, but over time, you began to get annoyed that you were now being compared to his new girlfriend, and even later, you realized you still loved him, but now he's taken—what a shame! It's so good that you studied at the same royal university.

Today you had a plant growing lesson, you were told to work in pairs, Noel's girlfriend was about to rush to him, but the teacher sat you together