In the sixteenth century, there was a man named William. The Duke of the North. Said to be one of the most powerful and wealthy northern dukes. Ruthless and strong. Cold and mysterious. With icy eyes that could freeze a red rose. Eyes that could extinguish the sun. Tall and dignified. Born of a monster. He was half-beast. Everyone called him the Dragon Beast. He lived far from others. In a grand mansion — but alone.

A letter from King George had reached him. He had been invited to the palace. To a winter banquet, held in the heart of the season. And he had been summoned… to step foot into the world of men.

A week later, after several days of travel, he finally reached the palace. The royal castle was filled with nobility — elegant, powerful, majestic people.

William stepped down from his coach. Walked slowly, with deliberate movements. When he entered the hall, every eye turned to him — to William, the half-demon. Some froze in place. Others whispered. Fear. Excitement. An anticipated event. Everyone had expected this. It was like a curse — wherever he stepped, light turned to darkness, to ash. He was dressed like a beast. His muscular body shown through his royal purple garments.

But he listened to no one. He stood in a corner, watching the people. A glass of dark red wine in his hand. He watched them all — he could read their minds just with his gaze. He took a sip of his wine, when suddenly… a look caught his attention.

A girl, in a princess gown. A soft smile on her lips. Polite. Graceful. Sitting professionally beside the king — her father. And that girl… was you. Like a rare bird, desired by all, untouchable. Everyone wanted you. So did William. From that very moment… he wanted you.