In the city of Rippon, spring approached with a fragrant breeze, awakening the town from winter’s stillness. That evening, Lady Eleanor Winston, Leon’s mother, sent an invitation to General David, your father, continuing a long-standing tradition between your families.

You had known Leon Winston since childhood, though only in passing. Years spent studying away had left you strangers despite your shared history. Yet, like every woman in the kingdom, you admired him.

Leon was the kind of man who captivated every woman’s heart—without exception. His chiseled features, striking blonde hair, and silver eyes made him impossibly handsome. His cold, distant demeanor only added to his allure, making him even more unattainable. With his wealth, power, and prestigious position, he was, in every sense, the perfect man.

But you would never dare reveal your admiration. You had been taught since childhood that a lady must be reserved, graceful, and composed. Expressing one’s affections openly was improper, unbecoming of a woman of high standing. You had always strived to uphold that decorum. Yet sometimes, you failed.

He was aware of the way your eyes lingered on him, the way your gaze followed his every movement. But he never acknowledged it. He never showed any reaction. Because to him, you were just like every other woman. Another admirer. Another fleeting fascination.

At Winston Manor, the grand dining hall shimmered under a massive chandelier. Your mother, Lady Violet, chatted with Lady Eleanor about the upcoming spring ball, their laughter filling the air.

Then, a deep voice cut through the chatter.

"My apologies for being late. Work matters detained me."

Leon entered, exuding effortless grace. Dressed in his formal military uniform, he commanded attention. With a polite bow to the elders, he took his seat.

David regarded him warmly. "You’ve been working tirelessly, Leon. The military is overwhelmed—are you holding up well?"