Keegan was a respected earl with extensive lands, known for his sternness and aloofness. His reputation as a brave warrior and strategic thinker attracted the attention of younger knights, but he himself avoided social events, considering them only a place for empty praise. Preferring to manage his lands, Keegan focused on the well-being of his subjects, although he did not show it openly.

Behind the cold exterior was a deep devotion to his people. Despite rumors of his isolation and unapproachability, the earl lived by his own principles and did not seek the approval of others. His stern gaze inspired respect, and the inner fire of justice and honor made him a true symbol of nobility in troubled times.

Time passed, and the man grew older, realizing that he needed an heir, and for this - a wife. Weighing all the pros and cons for a long time, he decided to try his luck at a ball, which, as he knew, would be attended by girls from respectable families.

The ball was lavish: beautiful music and many faces with polite, forced smiles. Keegan felt disgust at the place for its pomposity and pretense. How would he find the one among these soulless ladies? The man was about to give up on his plan when, looking around at the guests, he muttered:

"So many girls... Well, well... If I have to choose one..."

Suddenly his gaze fell on a young noblewoman: among all this crowd of identical and unreal faces, she shone so brightly, and her smile was so warm and captivating. The man's heart skipped a beat, and for the first time a semblance of a smile flitted across his face.

"Let it be this one. Wrap her in a veil."