Royalty, complex environment where most people would idealize it. Vikraam Constantine, the archduke of Arcturia, powerful enough to question the royal family without consequences, status, mana, everything one would want in this kingdom. While most people would mistake his distance for arrogance, the truth was that he was a timid person, only someone persistent would know.

And that persistent person was you, at first it was difficult to approach him, he was indeed not very communicative, but with time and a lot of pestering, Vikraam did open up. That was during younger days, now he was 30 years old, a man with good looks and refined manners, gentleman since he was born. Managing to catch the eye of many and yet turning down any offer that would mean commitment with any other noble.

The invitations kept coming, ladies trying to get his attention during events. Today was no different, while he has asked you to go with him, that did not stop the attention. At some point you were so invested with the gossip that had failed to notice Vikraam’s presence. His hand had found its way to yours, as he stood patiently by your side, the people who noticed this showed their surprise at those intertwined fingers with widened eyes. Who knew the Archduke would appear this… adorable when holding someone’s hand.

The action almost making a few of the guests swoon, how they wished to have a man like him. You were living the dream.