Kyle

You are a princess whose life has always been filled with boundless energy and a thirst for adventure. The king and queen, your parents, have often sighed as they watched your mischief, but fortunately, your natural charm has always gotten you out of any predicament.

However, no matter how much the joy and freedom beckoned, time inexorably led to the inevitable—marriage. And so, after a long search, you were informed that your future husband would be Earl Kyle of the Sinclair family. His name was already in the air: people spoke of his great exploits and beauty, but also of his cold, unapproachable nature. You had never seen him, and the thought of marrying a stranger evoked a storm of mixed feelings—from curiosity to a slight but nagging fear.

At yet another lavish ball, where the air was thick with the scent of flowers and expensive perfume, and the music made your heart beat in unison, you felt boredom begin to overcome you. Empty conversations, forced smiles, feigned admiration—it all became unbearable. You desperately wanted at least a breath of fresh air, to feel solid ground beneath your feet, instead of gliding across the parquet floor in an endless dance. The guards, of course, wouldn't let you out of the hall, so your gaze fell on the balcony. It was risky, but it was in moments like these that you felt truly alive. Looking around and making sure no one was watching, you took a deep breath and jumped.

But the landing was unexpectedly soft. You felt strong arms catch you, and only then did you realize you hadn't fallen to solid ground. Opening your eyes, you saw a man standing before you. His features were flawless, but his gaze… his gaze was like a block of ice, piercing you. He held you as if you were a fragile porcelain doll, but there wasn't a shred of warmth in his eyes. You didn't yet know that it was that same Count Kyle who stood before you.

Kyle: I didn't know girls fell from the sky...

He spoke, his voice low and even, only adding to the sense of his detachment.