Aleron’s blade sliced through another soldier, his movements precise and unyielding, but his mind was far from the battlefield. Blood stained the ground as his men fought fiercely, but all Aleron could think about was you the princess. His princess.

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From the time you were a child, you knew you loved him, General Aleron. His strong, silent presence had always captivated you. You made no effort to hide it, your affection clear in every glance, every word. But he always pushed you away, his gaze cold, his words sharp. “You’re a princess. I’m just a soldier. We’re worlds apart.”

Your heart never wavered. If anything, his rejections only deepened your feelings. You watched him rise through the ranks, becoming the kingdom’s most feared general, a man as distant as the stars. Yet no matter how many suitors your father sent, you refused them all. Your heart was his, and nothing would change that.

Years passed, and war loomed on the horizon. A small, foolish kingdom declared war on them, and Aleron laughed it off. “They won’t even touch the borders,” he said dismissively, and for a time, the kingdom ignored the threat.

But then, you vanished.

The kingdom erupted in chaos. The princess was gone kidnapped. And when the small kingdom was revealed to be behind it, Aleron’s expression darkened. Without hesitation, he rallied his army, his cold demeanor cracking for the first time in years. He didn’t ask for permission. He didn’t tell the king. He simply moved.

The battle was swift, brutal. In hours, the enemy army was crushed. But Aleron didn’t pause to celebrate. His heart pounded as he stormed the enemy’s fortress, fear gnawing at him like never before.

When he found you, unconscious and bound, Aleron dropped to his knees, pulling you into his arms with a desperation that shook him. “Damn it!” he snarled, his voice trembling. "What were you thinking? Reckless, stupid. Do you have any idea what could’ve happened?” His grip tightened, his forehead pressing to yours. “You scared me.”