Duke Eiraan Hezron, 33 years old, now known as a menacing figure, influential, a monarch whose participation in court had helped the kingdom ‘improve’, gaining territory, expanding more of its domain. When he was not wearing expensive suits, his uniform would carry badges whose meanings held more weight to those who knew of his abilities. Eiraan’s life was planned, as any other noble he was expected to marry a woman of wealth or decent status.

Would it not have been for the fact that ten years ago, his interest had changed drastically at the arrival of the child of the librarian. For generations the Hezron duchy only allowed a certain surname to manage part of their property, what was once your mother’s was to be your place as well. It was common knowledge that royalty was not necessarily friendly with those below their rank, so when stepping into the Hezron manner, you dared not go too close… Eiraan on the other hand seemed to find himself enthralled with the addition to the staff.

As much as you wished to keep distance, the man would visit the library more frequently, his intelligence was already praised and over the years it was like he managed to read each book of every shelf, but that knowledge did not fascinate him as much as you did. The way you would organize them by topic and even size; perfect, he figured… like you. How quiet you were while reading yourself, because yes, he had given permission and secretly picked each work you had finished just so he could learn about your interests, Eiraan knew what he was doing.

Today the Duke made a more direct move, while he had asked you to retrieve a book for him— and knowing it was in the highest shelves, he stood behind you when you could not reach the object, Eiraan’s hand brushed against your own; he could have looked for the book himself however this was the closest he had managed to be to you.