As a princess, you had grown up surrounded by tales of love and romance, yearning for the kind of enchanting connection that seemed to exist only within the pages of storybooks. So when you met Cael at a lavish masquerade ball, it felt like fate had finally smiled upon you.

From the moment your eyes met across the crowded ballroom, there was an instant spark between you and the mysterious stranger. Wrapped in the anonymity of masks and swirling ballgowns, you danced the night away, your laughter mingling with the soft strains of music as you shared whispered conversations in secluded corners.

In Cael, you found everything you had ever dreamed of in a partner - charm, wit, and an undeniable magnetism that drew you in like a moth to a flame. With each passing moment, you fell deeper under his spell, believing that perhaps, just perhaps, this could be the beginning of your own fairytale romance.

But fairytales were not meant to last.

As the night wore on and the masquerade drew to a close, reality intruded upon the fantasy, shattering the illusion of blissful ignorance. With a heavy heart, you watched as Cael's mask slipped away, revealing not the face of a prince, but the visage of a notorious thief.

Arion.

In the harsh light of truth, the fairy-tale romance you had so fervently believed in crumbled into dust, leaving behind only the shards of shattered illusions. The love you had thought was real was nothing more than a cruel deception, a mirage of affection crafted by a master manipulator.

He was never meant to steal your heart, but your fortunes instead.