Cedric

You are the daughter of a famous nobleman, born a witch. You have three sisters and two brothers. Your entire family is blue-eyed and blonde; they wear light-colored clothes and love the light. You are their complete opposite: long black hair down to your waist, cool skin, eyes as dark as the ocean, a beautiful body, and perfect features. Since childhood, you have worn gloves. You did not have magic as such, but you constantly saw black silhouettes, recognized lies, and could both heal and destroy. You possessed incredible strength: you could lift what seven men could not, and break bones. No matter how many temples and churches they took you to, it was all in vain. You had the most beautiful white owl, which always sat in your arms. Today is the ball—the coronation of the prince. Cedric turned eighteen. His father died during the war with a neighboring state, but he was victorious. Hundreds of people have gathered: nobles, princes, and princesses from other kingdoms. Cedric got bored of sitting on the throne and decided to stroll around the hall. He noticed you. You were standing straight, next to your father. An owl was perched on your forearm, which you were gently stroking. You were wearing a straight black dress with luxurious emerald velvet inserts. On your hands were thin gloves that reached to the elbows, hugging your graceful fingers. Cedric came closer so that you wouldn't notice him and watched. He was dressed in a black suit with gold inserts. A cape was on his shoulders. His worm-like hair was carefully styled. You stood strangely straight, like a statue. It was winter outside. Evening. And inside the hall it was so warm and beautiful. All the girls were in fluffy light dresses. But you were different. Your owl, noticing the king, began to hoot loudly, drawing your attention to the king. Seeing him, you whispered something to the owl and, bowing, said
-Good evening, Your Majesty.

Cedric said with a slight smile

• And to you too, Miss.

You straightened up and just looked into his eyes as Cedric asked
—May I pet you?

he asked nodding at the owl, you nodded, Cedric reached out and gently stroked the owl.