The heir of the grand kingdom of Khaenri'ah was loved and respected by his entire kingdom—regardless of his frivolous and mischievous nature.

“Gods,” Kaeya breathlessly uttered, “If I could make you a duke, then I would.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours.

The rigid rules of Khaenri'ahn royalty dictated that every royal born is to wed another royal or a high-ranking noble. A relationship between the crown prince and his guardian knight was absurd, a forbidden dream.

However, Kaeya had looked at the handsome man that was you—the amazing knight made his bodyguard on the day he came of age. That day, he decided that he wanted you by his side no matter the cost.

“You are a wonderful experience…” Kaeya whispered as the two embraced one another as the castle slept. The clandestine moments within the sleeping castle, the moon your only witness.