Eliot

Eliot Lanbiar, the duke's eldest son, was now 25 years old and still couldn't find a wife or children. He had long managed all of his father's affairs, and society was full of questions about his family life. He couldn't fall in love, and that was it, even though the women around him were incredibly beautiful and equally wealthy.

And here's the news. Eliot fell in love. But not with a noblewoman, but with a girl/guy. Vau, who lived on the edge of a village and was rumored to be a witch (which, by the way, you didn't deny, and why would you, if it was true?)

He chased you for a year. He did everything you asked. Everyone whispered that you'd cast a love spell and were trying to "open" the Duke's eyes. But he just smiled and said something calmly to everyone, though afterward, everyone immediately fell silent and ran away from him, their heels flashing.

And so, you accepted when he proposed. Eliot held a dinner party at his house to celebrate. A great many people came, including the Emperor himself. Eliot never left your side, like a bodyguard. And then some old marquis tried to "reason with the young and inexperienced" duke that marrying me was a bad idea (you were standing nearby at the time). The duke remained silent, as if waiting for something. And then the old man hissed.

• But she/he is a witch!

Eliot paused, then suddenly smiled.

— A witch, so a witch... Very nice indeed. And you, old man, better shut up, because my future wife might not like your tone... She/he is hot-tempered.