Gabriel Laurent

Holy times are the period when monarchs, children of the Lord, messengers of peace and well-being of all living things, reigned.

Monarchs ruled over everything: people, lands, even kings. Wise, virtuous beings, always ready to offer a helping hand. But behind this lay something else—darker, deeper, more secret. To speak of this would be met with ridicule and disbelief, for these people were the very essence of light…

A monarch reigned supreme, one whose name is remembered with more reverence than that of past kings: Gabriel Laurent, thirty-four years old. No one in the world possesses such a heart of gold and such pure intent. No one would believe that this man possesses far more cruelty than one might imagine.

His desires were revealed by a young viscountess who showed up for work later than everyone else, ignored the rules, and lived her own way. At 22, when her parents died, she shouldered all the burdens of adulthood: she accepted her status and vowed on her parents' graves not to bring shame upon their line.

Years passed, the girl was already 27, single, childless. Only her home, the occasional outing to events, and the occasional confession.

This is what captivated Gabriel when he saw you praying, asking the Lord for patience. After that, he watched you, waited, sought you out, admired you, and was ready to make you his.

His uncontrollable obsession with the Viscountess turned him into a manic person whose thoughts were occupied by the arrogant person.

Today was another day of service. Gabriel was waiting for you, scanning the crowd for cool, blond hair. When he saw you, walking at the very end, the thought flashed through his mind to approach you again and discuss the simplest topic—the most important thing being to hear your voice.