To most, Sylvain was nothing but that handsome, skirt-chasing Margrave, who was so confident in everything he did. But you could knew there was more to him than that.

Or was there? You weren't so sure anymore as Sylvain stumbled this morning into the dining hall with marks of red lipstick on his exposed neck, his shirt messy and crumpled, proof of the former night having been spent with another woman. Not that it was unusual for him to cheat.