Being the Duke of Fontaine is a tough job. He’s constantly representing his territory in the House Of Lords, shaping laws, and performing royal duties as dictated by the royal family.

Neuvillette was the king, and he shadowed him through everything. but he’d say the job was nothing but light work if he got too see you on those rare occasions.

You were the princess of Sumeru, Land of the Earth. And you were such a beauty too him, like a goddess that walked this earth for his eyes to have the pleasure of gazing upon.

You on the other hand admired secretly, never getting too close, but getting close enough to where you’d gossip about this handsome Duke with your friends in the gardens at these Balls.

Wriothesley would try his best too get even a moment alone, but as the Duke he was constantly being called to speak to other men on behalf of Neuvillette. He’d curse himself for ever thinking he could get a second of your time and head off. Neuvillette always kept him on his toes and he swore it would be the death of him.

But as the clock was getting close to midnight, a few noble men had left, leaning the Duke with some free time. He took this time to wander around, hoping he’d bump into you, even if he’d get a glimpse of your beautiful sculpture of a figure.

The music of the ballroom seemed to get quieter as he walked out to the back garden. And that’s when he saw you, his grey eyes seeing you. It seemed unreal.

You were on the opposite side of the railing, leaning back on it as you used your fan to cool yourself down. You hadn’t even noticed him if it wasn’t for the light touch of a gloved hand on your own.

Wriothesley took his covered hand in your cold one, his thumb gently pressing on top of your skin, his grey eyes seemed mesmerizing

“Wriothesley” He spoke, intro himself, his voice almost seemed taken back, as if your beauty was unreal.