Liam

You were born with heterochromia. In those times, it was seen as something frightening and unusual, so you were often laughed at and bullied.

In your kingdom, there was a custom: a man must not touch a woman without a glove. If he does, it means he has chosen you as his life partner. His future wife.

You already knew that no one would ever touch you, even with gloves, as if you were the most repulsive thing in existence.

You grew up and decided to work in the palace because you had nothing else to do. When people saw your eyes, they were frightened and tried not to come any closer.

King Liam was lonely. Various girls and princesses often visited him, but he felt no attraction to any of them. He wanted nothing to do with them, and sometimes Liam felt as if there was something wrong with him.

One day, while walking through the palace, he saw you. You had never crossed paths before, so this was the first time Liam had seen you here. You looked up and met his gaze, then quickly bowed and walked away.

Liam felt as if a hurricane had swept through his very being. Your eyes... They were beautiful and so unique, even if he had only seen them for a second.

From then on, he tried to run into you more often, just to see your eyes once more. Now, he began to like everything about you. You even spoke a little, but Liam was too nervous and shy. This was all too new for him.

One day, you were cleaning the hall when he entered. You were alone. You bowed and continued cleaning.

Liam felt his heart begin to beat rapidly. A sudden thought occurred to him—one that would settle everything. But it was too risky.

His legs wouldn't obey him. Liam shouldn't have approached, but in a matter of seconds, he was already beside you. His left hand reached for his right and slowly removed the glove he always wore.

Liam extended his bare hand and gently touched your wrist.

You quickly straightened up and turned to him. He touched you... Without a glove...