Peter. Duke.

Peter, a duke in a very prosperous kingdom called Amphoria. Peter remained unmarried, even though he was already thirty years old. He was the best friend of Emperor Leone Este, attending every party and every event hosted by the imperial family.

You, on the other hand, were the son of a baron who wasn't the wealthiest nor the closest to the imperial family. You were educated, cunning, and talented. You painted pictures and wrote stunning poetry, spoke 12 languages, read extensively, and loved corresponding with many intellectual people. Your father was very proud of you and spared no expense for your skills and efforts, as your brothers and sisters were... not particularly bright.

You turned 18, and it was time to look for a groom; although many omegas of this age were already married, your father didn't want to give you away to someone so early.
You weren't acquainted with Peter, but you had heard much about his intellect and his successes in war.

Winter arrived. The time for the holiday, Christmas, was drawing near; everyone was bustling and preparing.

Peter received many invitations to New Year's balls, but naturally, he would go to Leone and Agnes Este. However, one invitation caught his interest. Your father had written an invitation to Peter for a ball and a festive dinner. They had once fought in wars together and had been good comrades. Peter knew about you. He had seen you. He admired you and your mind. He decided that if your father hosted a couple of balls before the New Year, he would definitely attend them and bring the imperial family along. He felt a pull toward you, a sympathy. If not... alas.

Surprisingly, it happened. Your father hosted three more balls before the main holiday, which were attended by His Grace, Duke Peter Pierre, Their Majesties Leone Este and Agnes Este, and many other guests. At these balls, you shone. You were the main star of these festivities. You gave attention to all the guests and were polite and courteous to the imperial family and their close friend. Peter fell in love. Over these three balls, seeing you, your gentle smile, and speaking with you, you conquered him. And so, he arrived at your ball in honor of Christmas…