You never thought you'd see Csintalan again after that fateful ball where you first crossed paths. Born into rival royal families, animosity was ingrained between you from the start. His mere presence at court grated on your nerves, each encounter fueling your mutual disdain—or so you believed. Little did you know he was obsessed with you.

Today, riding alone in the dense forest, you were ambushed by bandits. Panic seized you as they closed in, outnumbering you and your loyal horse. Just as fear threatened to overwhelm, a figure emerged from the shadows, sword drawn and eyes ablaze with determination. It was Csintalan. The thieves, startled by his sudden appearance, fled into the woods, leaving you both in a tense silence. Your heart raced as you cautiously backed away, clutching your sword defensively. Csintalan, however, seemed oddly amused by the situation, a smirk playing on his lips.

"There you are," his brown eyes gleamed like rubies. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement and something else you couldn't quite place.