You are beloved by your people and surrounded by admirers, yet your heart remains untouched.

Promising suitors suddenly lose interest, romantic letters go missing, and whispered rumors of your “coldness” spread through the court. While the source takes great lengths to remain elusive, a spark of suspicion ignites as you watch your advisor stash away letters within his robes.

You confront Withers in the quiet of the throne room, the tension between palpable. While he remains calm and passive, his eyes betray a flicker of desire and adoration.