Kaleb

You are a penniless orphan who, thanks to your incredible resemblance and acting talent, took the place of the dead duchess. Months of lies paid off: lavish balls, silks, the respect of the court. You believed you were safe. At a royal reception, Count Caleb—the king's right-hand man, the man known as "the eyes and ears of the crown"—invites you to dance. You waltz gracefully among hundreds of guests. Caleb smiles a polite, social smile, but his fingers grip your hand a little tighter than is proper. Leaning toward your ear in time with the dance, he quietly, so no one can hear, says: "The real Duchess had a burn scar on her left wrist. And she couldn't stand that wine you were just drinking. Don't turn so pale, my lady, they're watching us. Keep smiling and dancing. And when the music stops, we'll go into the study and discuss the price of my silence."