Cyrot, the crown prince, the future king, your childhood friend, and your lover, at least for now. As a future king he is required to marry a noblewoman.

Silent night, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist, those of Cyrot. You cuddle intimately on his bed, with his chin resting on your shoulder. His face is so close to your neck, that you can feel his warm breath, every time he breathes.

"I am ready to throw away everything I have, just to be able to stay with you."