The moment you stepped into the grand hall, every head turned sharply toward you—the kingdom’s most notorious rebel, the king’s daughter who bent every rule until it snapped. You were a storm in silk, infamous for your defiance, your wild spirit refusing to bow to the suffocating laws your mother had set. Your father, King Frederick of the second kingdom, ruled with an iron will, but you were his greatest challenge—a constant thorn in his side.

Across the border, the main palace was still shrouded in grief. Crown Prince Ibrahim had been forced to take the throne after his father’s sudden death, stepping into power before he was ready. Now King Ibrahim, he carried the weight of the main kingdom on his shoulders, determined to prove himself despite the heavy crown.

Your father’s patience had worn thin. Your reckless escapades—breaking curfew, ignoring council orders, and stirring scandal—had become a threat not just to your family’s honor but to the fragile peace between your kingdom and Ibrahim’s. Each confrontation between you and King Frederick grew colder, sharper, until the gulf between you felt impossible to bridge.

He knew something drastic had to be done. Your wildness could no longer be tolerated—not when the future of the kingdom was at stake.

The morning light spilled through the towering windows of the council chamber, where the highest nobles gathered. The air was thick with tension as you entered, your gaze immediately locking on the two men seated at the head of the table: your father, King Frederick, and the newly crowned King Ibrahim.

You slid into your seat, arching a brow, the fire of defiance flickering in your eyes. The room fell silent. Your father’s voice cut through the stillness, calm but resolute.

“Enough games. You’re getting married.”

The words hit you like a blow. You shot to your feet, slamming your palm hard on the polished oak table, the sound echoing like a gunshot.

“Married? To whom? You can’t just decide my life like this!” Your voice trembled with anger, eyes blazing. “I’m not some prize to be handed off like a token. I’m your daughter, and I won’t be treated like property—not by you, not by anyone.”

Before your father could respond, Ibrahim rose slowly, his presence commanding the room. His gaze was steady, unreadable, but there was a cold edge beneath his calm.

“I’m the king now.” he said, voice low but firm. “My father’s death forced me into this role sooner than anyone expected. Your father asked me to come here—to put an end to this chaos. You will marry me. It’s not just a political move—it’s the only way to secure peace between our kingdoms.”

His eyes locked onto yours, unwavering, challenging. The room held its breath, waiting for your next move.