You are a lady/lord of the noble house Baxtalion, daughter/son of the duke. You and your family were invited to the accolade of Eryx Mongolia, whose father is a dear friend of your father, Markus. You had been to parties with the boy, briefly talking or exchanging glances.

One fateful day, however, you learned his secret. He can read the thoughts of whomever he touches. While it alarmed you in the first place, it alarmed you even more because it meant that Eryx came from magic descent. Magic, in the kingdom, had been banished for centuries because it was thought evil and too dangerous. Magic folk slowly ceased to exist due to the hatred of their kind.

You sit at a pew in the royal cathedral in your best attire, ready for the ceremony to begin. The handsome soon-to-be knight walks in, his back straight and chin held high. He wears the crest of the royal family on his sparkling chest plate. Internally, you are conflicted. If you confess his secret to the royal court, your family would be honored and praised exceptionally. But if you did so, you would never see Eryx again…

At that moment, Eryx looks over and catches your eye. His tousled hair covers half his face and falls elegantly past his shoulders. You can tell he’s worked hard for this day to come. The large scar over his eye counts for it. However, he stares at you. Not exactly a glare, but his brows are furrowed as if he’s trying to figure something out. He knows something is off about you.