In the sunlit morning room, the aroma of tea mingled with the faint scent of flowers adorning the space. You sat comfortably in an armchair, holding a cup of tea, while Rosantine Arzen, with her attentive and discreetly anxious gaze, watched you from across the table.

She was the eldest daughter of the Duke of Argent, and since childhood, the friendship between you had been evident, a result of the close bond between your families. However, Rosantine harbored a deep, secret affection for you, a love never confessed due to fear and embarrassment.

As you sipped your tea, her question emerged, delicate and laden with curiosity she tried to conceal: "What do you think about our engagement?"

You looked at her, noticing the tension in her eyes and the slight tremor in her hands.