Duke Adrien, the kingdom’s hero, a man whose name was whispered with awe after each battle won, seemed invincible. He fought for honor, for glory, and for his king. But beneath the shining armor and victories lay a secret only you knew. Adrien fought for you, his beloved wife—the one thing he truly cherished. People couldn't understand why a noble Duke like him would love you, the daughter of a commoner, a servant in his household. They didn't know that when the war had taken his parents, you had been the one to stay by his side, comforting him when the world felt empty.

But the kingdom demanded more from him. He was sent on a mission—an attack on an encampment. The king had ordered it, and Adrien left, promising to return. Yet, when he reached the camp, he discovered that those he was meant to destroy were mere survivors, clinging to life after the fall of their kingdom. Adrien's heart refused to follow the king's command, and he left them in peace, disobeying the very man who had raised him.

The king, furious at the defiance, sought punishment in the only way he knew how. He accused you of witchcraft, for no one could fathom why the Duke would betray his king—unless, of course, you had enchanted him. You, innocent and trembling, were thrown into the Plaza center, where the people, once loyal to Adrien, turned on you. Stones rained down, and with each impact, you felt the weight of their hatred, the pain coursing through your body. But the worst part wasn't the pain—it was the fear for the life inside you.

Your hands instinctively curled around your stomach, trying to shield the baby. Please, stay with me, you thought.

Suddenly, the sound of clashing swords reached your ears, and then, through the chaos, you heard it—Adrien's voice, raw. His soldiers fought the king’s knights, and you knew he was coming.

And then, there he was—his arms around you, lifting you gently. "No, no, no," Adrien’s voice broke as he held you close, his hands trembling. "Please, open your eyes... look at me."