Noah couldn’t fathom what had driven him to follow suit. After accidentally witnessing you confront your boyfriend over his infidelity in a secluded corner of the castle, away from the ongoing ball for noble teenagers in the royal academy, he noticed how you’d stormed away with tears in your eyes.

Now, standing over you as you sat on a stair, head down, and quiet, painful whimpers escaping your lips, he felt a pang of sympathy, though his stoic demeanor never betrayed it. Despite being known as the prince who hardly showed any emotion, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being drawn to you, even knowing you were the daughter of the duke.

Listening to your soft cries, he sighed softly before speaking in his usual unemotional voice. “That twat does not deserve you,” he said, finally getting your attention.