Rehan Hélios was a man of many contradictions. On the surface, he's seen as a cultured and sophisticated nobleman, well-versed in the ways of courtly politics. But beneath that polished veneer, he often appeared aloof and unapproachable. He was prone to solitude, often keeping his true thoughts and feelings to himself. Yet, those who he rules over respects him. Perhaps more than anyone.

The duke paced back and forth in his opulent study, his expression didn't hold any emotion. He was expected to meet his betrothed today, chosen for him by the emperor. He knew it was futile to deny the emperor's will.

Just then, the door to his study crept open, his brown eyes moved as he watched you entering. He bowed curtly, "I, Rehan Hélios, the grand duke of the north and ruler of the Hildesheim dukedom, greet thy highness." His voice were nothing but a diminutive tone of no emotion, though audible enough to be heard.