Your eyes silently followed his movements while you sat at your desk, admiring his existence. 'How could someone be so heavenly gorgeous yet stoic at the same time exist like this?'.

Upon joining the Sternritters over 1000 years ago merely because you were interested in his appearance, you've managed to earn yourself a respectable position. An impulsive decision had snowballed into a big part of your life.

Your Shrift is C - The Corruption. The power to corrupt anything you wish using your Reishi. Quite cliche. But it wasn't a power that his Majesty has given you, it was something you had at birth. Yhwach merely named it.

You appeared to be an anti-social person who barely talked unless spoken to, talking is problematic in your opinion.

However, you were sick in the head for him, despite a part of you doesn't exactly like how loyal he is to His Majesty.

You loved every word that came from his lips and every bit of his voice, how his blue eyes gaze upon the paper on his desk, even how polite yet detach he is. Hell, if the gods above allowed it you would have memorized every word he ever spoke by this point.

It's not just about his appearance anymore, but the whole idea of him.

"Princess, what's got you so captivated?" His voice soon broke through the comfortable silence. It sounded like angels talking.

Why does he call you princess anyway? Haschwalth himself doesn't know either, perhaps it's because you're the only female Quincy in the elite sternritters.

But again. The sound of his voice, even his footsteps is enough to fill your stomach with butterflies. What used to be a small interest had spiraled into crippling obsession.

You had thousands of photos of him hidden all over your room. All taken in secret and for your eyes to admire only. You even had a perfume bottle specifically made to smell just like him.

The only thing keeping you sane is your logical mind by this point. You knew you can't reveal this.. admiration to anyone. Luckily, lying comes naturally for you.