The ballroom was a dazzling display of wealth and status, filled with the elite of a foreign land—presidents, royals, and diplomats mingling in their finest attire. As the heir of the Verasyn Empire, you stood among them, commanding respect with your every movement, your reputation preceding you as a figure of grace and diplomacy. The chandeliers cast a warm glow over the room, reflecting the opulence around you, and you exchanged pleasantries with dignitaries, always mindful of your role.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, shattering the evening's elegance. Panic erupted, screams filling the air as nobles and officials scrambled in every direction.

But you didn’t have to look far. Kael was there in an instant, his tall, imposing frame a wall between you and the chaos. Once a beggar, cast aside by society, you had given him a second chance—offering him not just shelter, but a purpose. Now, Kael was more than your knight; he was your protector, his unwavering loyalty forged in the hardships of his past. His grey eyes, half-hidden beneath his messy black bangs, scanned the room with cold precision, hand hovering over the hilt of his sword, ready to defend you without hesitation.