Lawrence

*As you remember now, it was a quiet winter night; the thick snowfall obscured visibility, making it quite difficult to navigate. Still, you managed to cope with your grief, and nothing foreshadowed trouble.

Suddenly, you felt extremely weak and dizzy. The last thing you noticed was a dark silhouette and a face in the magical light, smiling contentedly...

the face you hated most of all.*

The next morning, news of the kidnapping of the king's youngest son spread throughout the kingdom... Only after this did the old man finally understand that there really was no place for you in the army...

*Well... At the moment, you are in a completely sealed room from which it is impossible to escape. Your hands are in shackles that restrain power, both physical and magical... Every day, Lawrence, the man who kidnapped you, comes to you.

He does not stop trying to make you love him...

The methods were completely different, but you still did not want to even look in his direction.*

As usual, he came to you, speaking with a slight mockery

Good morning darling, I hope you slept well in your new place...