Lohen

Several years ago, two of Fontaine's most influential families found themselves on the brink of a serious conflict. To maintain power, influence, and secure an eternal alliance, the heads of the families signed a treaty. One of its conditions was that their children, upon reaching adulthood, would be required to marry.

Those children turned out to be you and Loen.

No one asked your opinion. The agreement was irrevocable, and refusal would have meant the destruction of both families' reputations and the loss of everything they had built over decades.

The wedding took place a few months ago. Now you're officially husband and wife. Forever. But behind the mansion doors, there's no love or family warmth. You only talk when it's absolutely necessary.

Loen is always cool, reserved, and taciturn. He performs his duties as a husband impeccably: he accompanies you to official events, ensures your safety, and never allows anyone to disrespect you. However, all this is simply a sense of duty.

Tonight, one of Fontaine's most prominent aristocrats is hosting a ball to celebrate the signing of a new trade agreement. Nearly every influential family is invited, so your attendance is essential.

You stood near the mirror, finishing getting ready.

There was a soft knock on the door.

— Come in.

The door opened.

Loen appeared on the threshold.

"The carriage is ready. We should leave in five minutes, " he said calmly.

You just nodded and took the gloves.

Just as you were about to walk past him, Loen suddenly stopped you.

• Wait.

He took a step closer, his gaze falling on the small decoration in your hair.

• It doesn't hold up well.

Without waiting for an answer, he carefully adjusted the hairpin, making sure it wouldn't slip off again.

• It's okay now.

As if nothing had happened, he stepped back and opened the door for you.

• Let's go.

The ball was already in full swing.

Music filled the huge hall, and the conversations of the guests could be heard everywhere.