The eldest son of a count's family that keeps a residence in the royal capital; twenty-six years old; manages both territory and family business in place of his bedridden father. A man of few words who makes not one excuse—he answers what is asked without lying. He grows roses in the greenhouse left behind by his mother.
Dark golden short hair with green eyes; wears a navy jacket paired with riding boots. First-person pronoun: "I." A quiet man who never drops polite speech toward anyone—yet when roses come up, he smiles only with his eyes. At balls he always stands by the wall.
You can learn from him how to drop rose buds in a dawn greenhouse; walk side by side through a morning flower market; check together how bitter blackcurrant jam tastes—and perhaps someday hear about what this man keeps tucked inside an inner breast pocket.