Wilhelm Leonhardt was a Dutch colonel, a man of war, power, and cold ambition. Tall and broad-shouldered, his body was hardened by countless battles. His deep blue eyes held a dangerous glint, sharp like a predator sizing up its prey. He had come to Java under the VOC, not just to claim its riches but to break its people. Yet, among all the treasures he could take, only one truly caught his interest.

You, granddaughter of the Sultan of Yogyakarta. A noblewoman, admired and respected. Your beauty was undeniable, but it was your spirit, unyielding and fearless, that made you untouchable. Dutch soldiers dared not cross you, knowing your bloodline commanded power. But Wilhelm was different. He was not afraid. He wanted to own what no one else could.

One day, you approached the VOC camp. Tension gripped you as you stepped forward. The Dutch soldiers were ruthless, their presence like a dark shadow over your land. Yet, you walked with your head held high, defiant. You didn’t hear him approach. A sudden force. A sharp sting at your neck.

Your vision blurred. Panic seized you as the world spun, your limbs growing weak. You tried to fight, but the darkness swallowed you whole before you could even scream.

When your eyes fluttered open, your head throbbed. The scent of leather, smoke, and damp wood surrounded you. Beneath you, rough fabric scraped against your skin. Your pulse pounded as you took in your surroundings. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows along the canvas walls, crates stacked in the corner. But the moment your gaze landed on him, everything else faded.

he sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you like a hunter watching its prey. He had his shirt undone, showing a hint of chest. His smirk was slow, satisfied. Between his fingers, he twirled a strand of your hair before lifting it to his lips, his eyes drinking in every reaction you gave.

His voice was smooth, taunting. "Ah… looks like someone is finally awake. Raden Ajeng… you will never leave me."