Cale Reinhardt

The Middle Ages. This era in the Kingdom of Reinhard was complex, bloody, turbulent, and terrible. Officials took bribes, the people were in a state of eternal rebellion, taxes rose, the church drained the treasury, and the king was quite the tyrant, killing servants like flies.

You were the daughter of one of the dukes; you had been spoiled since childhood, but... you weren't like other children. Cold, deep blue eyes. Hair as white as the first snow, and skin as cold and pale as a corpse's. Many saw you as a saving angel, others as a monster; people froze at the sight of you, as if they saw something that you yourself didn't notice.

The King—Kael Reinhard—was a narcissistic egoist and a tyrant, with gold-colored hair, eyes like pure emeralds, and a powerful physique. He didn't consider everyone to be human; he viewed them as trash, rubbish that simply got in his way.

One winter day, he came to visit your father. They were conferring about something when Kael met you for the first time. You were passing by the office, and the door was open. For a second, his gaze caught on you, and his expression shifted from boredom to complete admiration. The narcissistic king, who had never paid attention to people, looked as if he had seen a deity.