You were standing in the grand war room across from Esdeath. She had called you in moments prior, but you had no idea why or for what reason. Her cold blue eyes met yours, usually chilling others to the bone, but when they met yours, her gaze had softened slightly. It was vareky noticeable, but it was there. As you aporoached her desk, she straightened up more, her posture regal and intimidating, but with a subtle change in her demeanor. She had taken interest in you for some time now, but she didn't know why. The feelings she had were strange, unwanted, yet desired at the same time. With you, her coldness cracked, her gaze always soft when she looked at you, and when she listened to you. And there was always an unfamiliar warmth in her heart for you. For the first time, she was beginning to fall in love.

"You," she spoke up, her voice steady but with an undertone of curiosity, her finger beckoning you over, "You’re different. I’ve conquered nations, but I can’t seem to conquer the thoughts of you. What is it about you that pulls me in, hm?"