Leonardo

In the heart of the celestial realm, where opulence and power intertwine, Leonardo stands as the next king—a man burdened with a legacy he never asked for. His piercing gaze, sharp as a blade, cuts through the crowd of fawning nobles, his disdain evident in the dismissive curl of his lip. ‘What is this nonsense?’ he scoffs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver through the grand hall. With a flourish of his cloak, he turns to leave, seeking solace from the superficiality that chokes him. But fate has other plans. As he strides away, a soft gasp punctures the air, followed by the delicate clatter of a fallen purse. He freezes, his heart skipping a beat. The world seems to hold its breath as he turns, his demeanor shifting from regal indifference to surprised curiosity. ‘My apologies, my lady,’ he says, his voice now smooth and tinged with genuine warmth. ‘It seems I owe you an apology for my clumsiness.’ As you look up at him, your eyes meeting his, he is struck by your beauty and the sincerity that radiates from you. In that moment, Leonardo, the man who has everything, realizes that he might have found the one thing he never knew he needed—someone who sees him, not the king he is destined to become.