Fleurmont

Silas Wrenford

Academy Student

Silas Wrenford has always been the academy’s golden boy — brilliant, admired, and seemingly untouchable. For years, you’ve known of him from a distance, your paths crossing only briefly, marked by polite nods or the occasional shared glance.He had also always carried himself with quiet reserve, keeping others at arm’s length even as admirers circled around him, never allowing anyone truly close. But lately, something within Silas seems to have had shifted. The confident spark in his eyes had dimmed, his once flawless art now showed signs of struggle, and the way he engaged with those around him had grown more tentative, more distant.Then one day, almost unexpectedly, he comes to you — not with his usual assuredness, but with a hesitant vulnerability — and asks for help with a project he can no longer complete on his own.Now the choice is yours. Will you turn away, keeping things as they’ve always been and preserving the comfortable distance between the two of you? Or will you take a step closer, risking more than just a collaboration?

Alistair Fenwick

Marquis

Alistair Fenwick had been your closest friend since childhood — the two of you shared countless memories, from mastering proper etiquette to sneaking out of your estates for mischievous adventures. Yet, as time passed, fate had not been as kind to your bond. Alistair blossomed into one of the capital’s most sought-after bachelors after inheriting the Marquis title, adored by many ladies, while you remained overlooked and dismissed.Whispers began to spread, painting you as a lonely spinster, and some even pitied Alistair for being seen in your company. The growing divide between you tightened until your friendship barely clung to a fragile thread — a thread that snapped completely a month ago when he left you stranded at a grand ball, without so much as a word or a letter.It wasn’t long before the real reason came to light — Alistair was now engaged to Clarissa Bramley, one of Fleurmont’s most dazzling socialites and the sister of Duke Pembroke. To him, it was a practical decision for his family’s future, but his four sisters saw it very differently. Having cared for you as a sister would, they noticed the widening rift and confronted Alistair fiercely over his betrayal, his heartbreak, and the pain he had caused.Eventually, pressed by their relentless insistence, Alistair resolved himself to visit you. But upon seeing you again, doubt washed over him — thinking that perhaps all of this was a mistake. And deep down, he half-expected you to seize this final chance — a chance to be his, once and for all.

Nathaniel Bramley

Inspector General

In the shadowed grandeur of Fleurmont’s Spring Ball, you stood amongst the glittering nobility, a figure both admired and quietly envied — until the night shattered with an unexpected death. The Queen’s closest attendant now lied dead, and all eyes turned to you. Not merely a guest but a convenient scapegoat, you faced accusations stitched together by the Crown’s Office of Public Order — a hidden vial of poison, witnesses whose memories twisted with fear, and a damning letter signed with your initials.However, among the murmurs of the ton, one man’s gaze was colder than the rest — Nathaniel Bramley, the city’s relentless Inspector General, sworn to unmask the truth, no matter the cost.Nathaniel, younger brother to the formidable Duke of Pembroke, was a man carved from discipline and duty. His interrogations were precise and merciless, yet beneath his stern exterior flickered doubt — questions that refused to be silenced. The weight of the accusation pressed down, but beneath it all, something stirred — a dangerous, unspoken tension that neither of you yet understood.This was no simple crime of passion or accident. Behind the poisoned chalice and whispered rumors, a darker conspiracy crept through the highest ranks of Fleurmont’s nobility that was threatening to unravel crowns and shatter carefully crafted façade.Now, caught in a web of secrets and betrayal, you and Nathaniel find yourselves unwilling players in a perilous game — where trust is scarce, deception runs deep, and every whispered word could be the key to survival or ruin.

Octavian Blake Fontaine

Second Prince of Lindor

In the golden days of the spring season, Prince Octavian Fontaine — the second prince of Lindor and a renowned heartbreaker — first laid eyes on you beneath the chandeliers of the Royal Ballroom. Unlike the simpering ladies desperate for his gaze, you met him with clever wit and veiled amusement. He was intrigued. You were cautious. Yet somehow, over the course of whispered dances, hidden letters, and forbidden moonlit walks, he unraveled you — and in turn, you softened him. For a while, you were his entire world, and when he asked for your hand in marriage, you said yes.But on the morning of your wedding, the chapel bells rang unanswered. You were gone — vanished without a trace, leaving Octavian humiliated before all of Fleurmont. The prince who once mocked love became the laughing stock of nobility, left at the altar by a noblewoman of no particular importance. Or so they thought. Disgraced and hollowed by heartbreak, Octavian left Lindor behind, vanishing across the seas to escape the shadow of your memory.Years passed and when he returned — older, colder, and stripped of boyish charm — he found you again. But this time, you stood before him not as the young noblewoman he once loved, but as a foreign princess attending the queen’s ball during a diplomatic visit. His heartbreak curdled into fury, your name a quiet curse on his tongue. The truth of who you truly are shakes him to his core — and now, as enemies standing on opposite sides of royal intrigue, he is forced to confront a painful truth — that he never really knew you at all.

Blake Stanton

Earl

Blake Stanton was no ordinary nobleman. Recently inherited with the title of Earl, he also held the esteemed position of Chief Innovator at the Fontaine Institute for Advanced Research in Fleurmont — a place where the future of the kingdom of Lindor was shaped by the razor-edge of science. Like the generations before him, Stanton's work pushed the boundaries of invention, earning him both acclaim and unease among his peers.Yet even a mind like his could reach a standstill. Faced with a stubborn impasse in his most ambitious project to date, Stanton took an unprecedented step — he issued a public call for an assistant. Ignoring centuries of rigid tradition, he invited anyone to apply — regardless of age, gender, or formal education. There was only one condition — they had to survive a personal interview with the man himself.Just as hope for a worthy candidate began to wane, you stepped into his office — a woman who defied his every expectation. He couldn't quite place you, couldn't quite grasp the shape of your mind — and that unsettled him more than he’d ever admit. Could this unexpected partnership spark a breakthrough not just in science, but in something far more human? Or was it doomed to end in the very failure he feared most — both in the lab and in the heart?

Cédric Leclair

Viscount

Cédric Leclair had always been the embodiment of noble perfection — handsome, charming, and effortlessly poised. A viscount of esteemed lineage, he was the ideal match in the eyes of society, save for one flaw: his glacial demeanor. Admirers flocked to him each season, but Cédric remained curiously untouched by romantic pursuit, offering only polite smiles and measured words.His closest confidante had always been you — the quiet, overlooked elder daughter of the Desmarais family. Your companionship was so longstanding and devoid of scandal that no one ever imagined it could be anything but platonic. And perhaps, you had convinced yourself of that, too.Until the night of the royal ball — your sister Juliette’s debut. Sweet, radiant Juliette, whose beauty turned every head, including his. When Cédric stepped forward and claimed her for the first dance, everything changed. The warmth he once reserved for you vanished, replaced by distance and formality.Left in the shadows of your sister’s sudden courtship, you’re forced to confront the quiet ache of a long-hidden affection. But in a world that values appearances above all else, what happens when buried truths begin to stir — and the bond you thought was lost begins to unravel in the most unexpected way?

Quentin van Fontaine

Crown Prince of Lindor

Quentin van Fontaine was the very embodiment of what a future monarch should be—his strength, intellect, striking appearance, and, above all, his grand vision for the nation’s future. He was the ideal heir, destined for greatness. Yet, in the year 1882, his life was irrevocably altered when, in a selfless act to protect his mother, he lost his sight.Since that fateful day, he had been sequestered from the public eye, forced to come to terms with the cruel possibility that his vision might never be restored. The once proud and battle-hardened prince had become a mere shadow of his former self, consumed by melancholy and despair. Worse still, troubling rumors began to circulate that his mother, the queen, was entertaining the notion of naming his younger brother as the rightful heir. A notion so outrageous that it seemed almost beneath belief, yet Quentin, now vulnerable and powerless, could do nothing to oppose it.His days were consumed by darkness, and despite his best efforts, the spark of purpose he once carried seemed all but extinguished. That was, until you—a newly appointed maid—arrived in his life, bringing with you a glimmer of light unlike any he had known before, rekindling a hope he had long thought lost.

Jack Hawthorne

Son of Marquis Sunderland

Jack Hawthorne, the charming and often notorious son of a marquis, has never been troubled by matters of the heart — until you arrive at Hawthorne Manor during his family’s summer retreat, invited by his youngest sister, Valerie. You, her childhood companion, also hailed from a family that has long held a contentious relationship with his own.To Jack’s dismay, he finds himself drawn to you — not just for your wit or your smile, but in a way that unsettles him. Ashamed of his burgeoning affection and acutely aware that falling for his sister’s dearest friend would raise more than a few eyebrows, Jack conceals his feelings behind witty remarks and an air of indifference.Yet, no matter how he tries to guard his heart, his emotions betray him — in stolen glances, lingering touches, and fleeting moments when his gaze softens. But when a persistent suitor begins to show interest in you, Jack’s carefully constructed defenses threaten to collapse.Now, Jack faces an impossible choice — to risk his pride and confess the depths of his love, or to step aside and allow another to claim your heart.

Ambrose Bramley

Duke of Pembroke

Since childhood, Ambrose Bramley had always known he was far superior than others in terms of not only rank but also skill. His temperament however was as cold as ice, his words never mincing to please even the queen herself. He'd never thought much about the prospect of marriage even those many would say he was possibly the most eligible of all in the ton.The queen had devised a silent scheme to arrange a marriage between him and her first daughter if he did not get married a year after he took the ducal title— all under the guise of caring for continuing pure bloodline. A year had passed and with no partners in sight, the duke felt like his future of being linked with the irritating princess was doomed to happen.Until you- a newcomer from the countryside— had entered the ton for your debut. He immediately set his sights on making you the perfect duchess and in return? You can't fall in love.