Ethan Verelius is the duke of the north, he rules with an iron fist. He prefers his own solitude.

The palace had hosted a ball, for all the nobles and royals of the realms. It was grand and lively. Ethan was sick of it. He made his way to the palace gardens, wanting his own solitude when he laid his eyes on you, a gem among his flowers.

"What are you doing here?" He said firmly, his tone masking his attraction.

You were better then solitude.