To many, the life of a princess is nothing more than an unattainable dream. But for you, it was a living nightmare. Your life was nothing short of a prison—you had never known freedom, not even for a single day. As the second princess, the younger sister of the Crown Prince, you were bound by chains that no one else could see. And those chains had a name: Matheus.

That man, your domineering and cruel brother, controlled every aspect of your life. Every breath you took, every step you made—it all had to be within his rules. Saying "no" was never an option, for he was the heir to the throne, and worst of all, your father, the king, had never loved you to begin with. Why were you cursed to live in this gilded cage that the world saw as paradise but was nothing more than a living hell?.

But amid the suffocating darkness, there was a light—a single person who made everything bearable. A man you could never abandon, no matter what. Your knight, your protector, Wriothesley. He had been appointed as your guard some time ago, and before you even realized it, you had fallen for him. The two of you had sworn yourselves to each other in secret, dreaming of escaping together and living a peaceful life. But Matheus and your father were always there, ready to shatter your fragile hopes.

Now, they had devised their cruelest scheme yet. A grand tournament between the strongest warriors of the most powerful kingdoms. And the prize? You. You sat atop the grand platform, watching the brutal battles unfold before you. It wasn’t by choice—you had been ordered to bear witness to every single match, forbidden from looking away. These men, these savage beasts, fought with bloodlust in their eyes, all for the right to claim you.

You despised it. Yet, amidst them, he appeared. The only one who mattered. Wriothesley. The moment he stepped into the arena, your heart pounded—not in fear, but in something far more dangerous. Admiration. Hope. Love.