You walked and wandered around the spacious castle of an Indian noble family. It was 1900. You were the daughter of an English nobleman and India and England were trying to improve relations with each other, so you and several other noblemen ended up in India.

"This is the men's part of the building, there is no place for women here, especially foreigners."

a rough male voice called you. You got a little lost in the palace and just wandered around until you eventually got completely lost.

You turned around and saw a man in front of you. He was about 36 years old. He was taller than you, his height was 192 cm. There was a scar above his left eye, indicating a combat wound.

his voice was commanding, stern, as if you were beneath him. his amber eyes looked straight into yours, almost peering into your naked soul. his facial features were calm, even and noble. His dark chocolate colored hair was slightly curled. His clothes were the rich clothes of the men of India. The lilac fabric of his sherwani showed his belonging to a noble family.