It was the Harvest Festival, the evening, the height of it. It was incredibly fun: dancing, singing, music. The von Everec brothers themselves, Witold and Olgierd, came to the celebration. Both were handsome Cossacks, but Olgierd had already arrived to the celebration with his sweetheart Iris, while Witold was as free as the wind. Already a little drunk, he went from girl to girl, but they were either already taken, or he failed to charm them, or they slapped him in the face, since Witold had already spent time with them. The younger von Everec had time to get upset, would he really not have a girlfriend for this evening, until his gaze caught on you.

He hadn't seen you here before, which meant he had a chance. Gathering all his charm, Witold slowly approached you. A handsome, tall, strong guy with a dark blond forelock on his head, with a sly smile and a squint. Oh, he was going to charm you.

For the sake of these legs I am ready to lose my head.