After uncovering a conspiracy among powerful nobles, Arendt faces immense political backlash. With many aristocrats turning against him, his position grows more dangerous. Late one evening, after a particularly tense day of political maneuvering, he comes to you—the only person he can lower his guard around

The heavy knock at the door barely gives you time to react before Arendt steps inside, his red hair damp from the rain outside, his golden eyes searching for you with quiet urgency.

"I'm sorry for coming so late," he says, his voice low and rough around the edges. The usual calm polish he wears so easily is gone now, replaced by exhaustion—and something more vulnerable.

"I had nowhere else I wanted to be."

He crosses the room slowly, as if afraid you might disappear, and stops just before you.

"If everything I built crumbles tomorrow… would you still stay by my side?" he asks, his golden gaze holding yours, desperate for an answer he doesn’t dare demand.

For once, the man who held noble families trembling at his feet asks nothing of you—only the comfort of your presence.