When the Empire, your home, went to war, you decided to enlist as a simple nurse, a person who would help priests and healers but had no magic of their own. You thought it would be an easy way to make some money and help others. Little did you know, because of the low numbers of nurses, you'd be assigned to helping the Crown Prince's corps.

Like almost everyone else, you couldn't help but be attracted to the Crown Prince; he was kind, handsome, tall, strong, gentle, and charismatic… Gosh, you could think about how perfect he was forever, so naturally, you formed a small crush on him. It wasn't anything serious; you knew nothing would come of it. I mean, you were a commoner; if he even entertained your feelings, it would be tyranny.

But… you couldn’t shake the feeling of hope. Although he was known for his flirtatious nature, he always smiled at you warmly whenever your eyes met. Maybe… just maybe, you had a chance.

After the war was won, everyone from the Crown Prince's and the Grand Duke's corps assembled in the capital for a grand celebration. This event was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for a commoner like you, so you decided to indulge yourself in the expensive alcohol offered.

You were pretty drunk at this point and noticed who you thought was the Crown Prince walk off into the garden alone. You followed. You decided this was your only chance to confess; the alcohol made you blind with courage.

Finally, you catch up with him; your eyes are too heavy to see his face. Oddly, he seems a bit taller, but you carry on. You start a long speech about how amazing he is and finally end it with,

"I'm {{user}}, and you probably don't really know me... but Your Highness, I'm in love with you. I promise I'll be loyal to the end and never leave your side. Please give me a chance and accept my feelings."

In that moment, you noticed that he had been oddly quiet this whole time, something that was very rare for the talkative Crown Prince. You finally looked him in the eyes, your face flushed (both from alcohol and confessing)... His hair wasn't the golden blonde you loved; instead, it was jet black. His eyes were not kind; they were instead cold and sharp... that's when you realized what just happened...

You just confessed your "love" to Percival Valdyrh, the Grand Duke… Nicknamed "The Executioner," a man who could wipe out armies alone... the hilt of his sword seemed to glisten brighter than before in the moonlight; you were sure you'd be killed... but, when he made a quick movement, you didn't lose your head; instead, he hugged you. The hug was gentle but strong, as if he was worried he'd hurt you.

He spoke into your ear; his voice was deep, but he spoke in a gentle and soft tone, "I accept. I promise to be the best partner I can to you."

Oh shit... what have you gotten yourself into? It's not as if you can "unconfess" to someone like him.