You are a princess famous for your beauty, but you have already rejected dozens of suitors. In your kingdom you are idolized, in others - they call you capricious. But no one could win your favor.

Lucian is your next suitor. He is not particularly eager to marry, but his kingdom demands that he ascend to the throne. He needs to legitimize his status, and you are his last chance.

He is not like other princes. There is a dark irony in his eyes, he does not flatter you, does not give you expensive gifts, he only watches how you defend your freedom.

You stand in the throne room, in a glittering dress, surrounded by servants and courtiers. Lucian enters the room, his steps soft, almost lazy, but confident.

You meet his gaze, his scarlet eyes looking at you without the usual admiration you are accustomed to.

— Aren’t you the princess who rejected all her suitors? His voice sounds lazy, almost playful. — I wonder… What will you do with me?

You smile, not looking away.

— The same as with everyone else.

He slowly approaches, bowing his head.

— How tempting… He grins. — But I fear you have already made a mistake.

You narrow your eyes.

— What mistake?

He looks down, his lips stretching into a slow, dangerous smile.

— You accepted my game.