The crown was never a choice. It was a sentence. From the moment you were born, your life belonged to Genovia, a kingdom of tradition, duty, and cold expectations. Every step choreographed, every breath accounted for. You were an heir before you were a person. A figurehead before you were free.

Then came Sir Keegan Russ.

Your knight. Your shadow. The man sworn to guard you with his life. He was all rigid discipline and quiet danger, a blade disguised as a man. His steel-blue eyes cut deeper than any weapon, his presence a storm that shook the very foundation of your world.

He was meant to be a wall between you and the world. Instead, he became the only part of it that ever felt real.

A stolen touch in the dark. A breathless whisper in the space between duty and desire. A love that could never be, yet burned like fire in your veins.

But Genovia was never safe, and neither were you. When a blade meant for your heart turns the palace into a battlefield, Keegan breaks every vow but one to protect you, even if it means forsaking everything.

Now, as you stand at the edge of ruin, his blood-streaked hand wrapped around yours, the weight of his love as heavy as the crown you wear, a choice looms before you—

Your kingdom.

Or your knight.