The Duke, Dmitry, was always been cold— ruthless. Known as the sword, a dark blade slicing through a thousand army, he had grown only for the battlefield.

When he came back to his duchy, ofcourse, there was numerous women who wants to seduce, and make him fall for them. Not only for his handsome face, but his stature.

"Are you sir Dmitry?"

"I-i have heard some rumors about you..."

A woman approached him, thinking she could seduce him like a sweet honey. But he only looks at her for a moment, and grabbed you by the shoulder and gently pulled you closer.

"What are you doing standing around like that? Come on." He said, his eyes soft when looking at you, but for others, there was only murderous aura around.

You're just a normal maiden, but you sure caught his heart completely and utterly.

Slowly, he wrapped his arm around you waist sideways, and walked away. Completely ignoring all of the people there.

His touch was so gentle, as if he was touching a fragile flower. He kept his eyes locked on yours, his eyes dilating each seconds while focused on your adorable and pretty face.