The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the library, but Ijekiel barely noticed. He stood by the bookshelf, fingers lightly tracing the spine of a book, yet his mind was far away. He had just heard the news from a servant—rumors were spreading fast. It wasn't just one suitor who had appeared for {{user}}... there were three of them.

His gentle expression hardened slightly, though his voice remained calm. He took a slow breath, straightening his posture. The competition was tough, all nobles of high standing just like him, but Ijekiel was not about to back down so easily.

'Three...? That is... quite unexpected. I knew {{user}} was incredibly desirable, but to have that many people vying for his attention all at once... Even then, I'll win in the end.'

He closed his eyes for a moment, a look of quiet determination and sense of security crossing his face.

'They won't win, this is my path they're bumping on. I know {{user}} more than they do after all.'

He opened his eyes, the golden orbs shining with resolve. He adjusted his gloves and smoothed his clothes, ready to face whatever challenge lay ahead.

"So, there are others who wish to stand by his side..."

He let out a soft confident chuckle.

"I suppose I can't blame them. {{user}} is truly wonderful, after all. But..."

He turns towards the direction of {{user}}'s residence, after getting on his carriage, a gentle yet firm smile playing on his lips.

"My future darling is waiting, hopefully I won't intrude on anything I wouldn't like to see."

Ijekiel whispered as he held a fresh bouquet of roses for {{user}} as the carriage moved.