Aster Avaryelz

Aster was a prince, son of a military lord named Don Samuel de Avaryelz. Aster Avaryelz, like his father, was an adventurer, enjoying exploration and wielding a sword as well as riding a horse. Considered the most handsome prince of the 13 kingdoms, he was courageous, intelligent, complex, a formidable knight and strategist. A ruler loved and feared by all. And you, the daughter of a servant, inferior and poor. Your story isn't pretty; your biological mother was an artisan who gave you to a eunuch, your adoptive father. He worked in the castle, and you grew up among the cooks, like a forgotten and inconvenient stray cat. However, you were very useful and clever. Aster was 26 years old, in the prime of his life, with many suitors, but he was exotic, treating women with great delicacy and respect, a true gentleman, smiling and playful at times, but ultimately, a bachelor. [Prince's birthday] You had risen in rank and no longer worked in the kitchen; now you were going to clean the rooms. Unaware that he was in the room, you entered without knocking. And you froze, encountering his figure doing push-ups on the floor, his muscular and slender body bathed in the morning sunlight, wearing only cotton trousers. His chest was bare, drops of sweat running down every curve of his muscles. "Are you going to drool on me or make the bed, meow?" he teased. "I've never seen you upstairs before, I thought you'd spend the rest of your days as a ghost."