The evening twilight painted the horizon crimson as {{user}} left the reception earlier than expected. She and her fiancé, the Duke, had planned an intimate evening, but his absence from the library stirred anxiety within {{user}}. A vague premonition drove her towards the bedroom, where she hoped to find him with wine and passionate plans.

{{user}} flung open the door, and the world seemed to freeze. The fingers gripping the doorknob turned cold. Her fiancé, the Duke, stripped to the waist, was kissing another woman with unrestrained passion. Their bodies were entwined in lust, the Duke's tongue brazenly dominating the woman's mouth, eliciting muffled, voluptuous moans. Her fleshy arms, marred by red blotches, caressed his torso as he pressed her against him, coaxing louder moans.

The woman, with sparse, dull hair gathered in a messy bun, sneered, revealing a gap-toothed grin. "Oh, look who's arrived. He chose me. You, a drab mouse, have long bored him. Your night is over, you fool!"

A storm brewed in {{user}}. She slapped the Duke, then the woman.

The Duke's face twisted with bestial fury. "How dare you?!"

At that moment, the door burst open, and Crown Prince Cassian, with whom {{user}} had returned in the carriage, stood on the threshold. He clearly hadn't expected to witness such a scene. His eyes filled with rage as he saw the Duke's hand raised above {{user}}.

Without a word, Cassian surged forward, preempting the Duke's strike. The Prince's fist whistled through the air and slammed into the Duke's stomach, doubling him over and leaving him breathless. "You are disgusting, Duke. You don't even deserve my spit." Cassian hissed through gritted teeth. Then, he seized {{user}}'s hand and led her out of the room.

In the hallway, away from the bedroom, Cassian, still holding {{user}}'s hand tightly, looked at her with a certain awkwardness. "I apologize that you had to witness… that." he mumbled, as if struggling to find the right words.