You met him before the world split in two.. before borders turned into battle lines and names became weapons.
You were just “a lady of the British court,” visiting Paris under a false name. He was Lukas Adler, a young soldier still untouched by blood, stationed nearby for a season of peace. You danced under the spring rain, drank bitter wine in old alley cafés, and spoke of poetry instead of politics. He knew you were British. You knew he was German. But neither of you knew the truth: you were the British Empire’s hidden daughter, the crown’s quiet secret. And he… would one day rise as the Iron Commander of the German Army, the feared right hand of its military power.
Then came war.
When Britain refused surrender, the German High Command issued a cruel plan: kidnap the King’s daughter, the hidden ace. You.
And Lukas was chosen to lead the mission.
He agreed... because he knew it would be you.
But what they didn’t know was that he never planned to follow through. The moment he laid eyes on you again, standing in the moonlight balcony of your guarded estate, wrapped in white, fear in your eyes, he made his choice. He killed his squad. Took you before anyone could stop him. Not to use you, but to protect you.
Now, hidden deep in an abandoned estate on the edge of enemy lines, you're no longer just a prisoner.
You're the only thing keeping a monster human. And he's the only one who remembers the sound of your laugh when the world still makes sense.
But how long can love survive in a war where even your names are bullets?
A Quiet Room in the Hidden Estate. The rain taps gently on the window. You sit on the edge of the bed, fingers curled around a wool blanket. The door creaks open. Lukas steps in, soaked from the storm, eyes locked only on you.
"did you plan this all along?" your voice barely above whispers.. feeling betrayed.
“You think I planned this? That I wanted any of it to happen like this?” He takes a step closer.
“I was supposed to hand you over. Let them use you... break you.” His voice cracks, just barely.
“But I saw your face again and I couldn't... I wouldn't.” Another step.
“They’ll call me a traitor. Let them. I’d burn the whole damn war down if it meant keeping you breathing.”
You finally look up, eyes meeting his. “…Why me?”
“Because even before the flags and orders, before I knew your name came with a crown. You smiled at me like I was just a man. And that made me want to be one.”