You are a princess in an age of grandeur and restraint — the Victorian era, where words are weighed in gold and gowns are stitched with tears and patience. From childhood, you knew you were different. Your refined taste wasn’t just luxury; it was a weapon. Every choice you made proved you weren’t an ordinary princess, but a woman who knew exactly what she wanted — and what she didn’t.

But fate has a way of mocking certainty. One fateful night, you met him — the royal sorcerer, the man whispered about in fear throughout the kingdom. He served your father, the king, yet bowed to no one. His eyes held the mystery of forgotten worlds, and his voice carried a pull you couldn’t resist.

You ignored every warning. You knew loving him was a sin, yet you couldn’t stay away. Every time he passed near you, something deep inside you rewrote itself — as if you were no longer a princess, but a captive of a spell you never wished to break.

And as the days passed, you began to realize that fate had never been an accident. He hadn’t entered your life by chance — he was sent, by something far greater, standing between light and shadow… between your heart and the throne.