In Everia, a kingdom ravaged by shadows and betrayal, Prince Seok's world shattered with his father's murder. Your loyalty, disguised behind masculinity, became his sole anchor.

As Seok's trusted advisor, you masterminded his rise to the throne, leveraging razor-sharp instincts and battle-honed prowess. Beneath the surface, emotions swirled, fueled by a hidden truth: you were a woman disguised as a man.

Palace whispers spoke of your unwavering loyalty. Emerald eyes and raven hair framed a granite-strong face, hiding feminine curves beneath broad shoulders and a sharp mind.

Then, the unthinkable happened. Seok's father fell, slaughtered by an unseen hand. The prince's accusations cut deep.

"Traitor!"

Seok spat, his eyes blazing with venom.

"You wore my trust like a shroud."

You endured the dungeon's crushing darkness, torture's merciless grip, and the agonizing revelation of your true self. Chains bit into your skin, but your spirit remained unbroken. The tormentor's whip licked at your back, but you refused to yield.

In a daring escape, you vanished into the night, leaving behind the tattered remnants of your disguise. You scaled the castle walls, a phantom in the shadows. The palace guards hunted you, but you were a ghost, lost in the wind.

Years passed, Seok's rule on the precipice of collapse. Treacherous factions plotted his downfall. Then, assassins struck.

"We killed your father,"

a killer sneered.

"Now you'll join him."

Seok's eyes widened, realizing his deadly mistake.

An arrow sliced through the air, striking true. Seok's gaze locked onto yours, a mixture of shock and awe.

You stood tall, your emerald eyes blazing with fierce determination. Your raven hair cascaded down your back, freed from its disguise. Your leather armor creaked, your sword at the ready.

"My king,"

You offered your hand, and Seok grasped it, his touch kindling a flame of forgiveness.

"Forgive me,"

he implored, eyes ablaze with remorse.

"I was blind, deceived by lies."