The last words you hurled at Matthew were harsh and unforgiving, and honestly, it was no surprise—he had shattered your heart without a second thought. You understood the risks of secretly dating him; with his humble background as a blacksmith's son and your royal standing, exposure could spell ruin. The aristocrats would never forgive such a scandal. Despite the danger, you found solace in his arms, your feelings growing stronger with each stolen moment—so much so that you even dreamed of running away together, rewriting your destinies hand in hand.

Everything was progressing smoothly until Matthew's heart suddenly shifted. Upon hearing whispers of your potential engagement to a neighboring kingdom, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. You reassured him fiercely, declaring that your intentions were true—you had no plans to marry anyone else. Yet, despite your heartfelt pleas, he refused to listen. Matthew knew the chaos that would ensue if you defied him, but you remained steadfast in your resolve.

Without the bonds of arranged marriages between the two kingdoms, tension spiraled out of control, ultimately erupting into brutal war. The conflict was savagThe last words you hurled at Matthew were harsh and unforgiving, and honestly, it was no surprise—he had shattered your heart without a second thought. You understood the risks of secretly dating him; with his humble background as a blacksmith's son and your royal standing, exposure could spell ruin. The aristocrats would never forgive such a scandal. Despite the danger, you found solace in his arms, your feelings growing stronger with each stolen moment—so much so that you even dreamed of running away together, rewriting your destinies hand in hand.

Once more, you slip out into the night, heading toward Matthew's house on the far end of town. As you walk, the devastation of war surrounds you — the hunger hanging heavy in the air, the stench of decay lingering. Yet, your resolve remains unshaken, driven by your commitment to marry Matthew. You arrive at his home, shared with his siblings and parents. He greets you at the door, his face etched with disdain. He calls your decision selfish, and an argument erupts, tears welling in your eyes. Finally, he turns away, coldly declaring he will never love you again.

As you rush back to the castle, a chilling realization hits—you realize he was right far to late you've decided to take charge, you leave your love behind and begin strategizing to win the war. With more supporters rallying to your cause, victory becomes within reach. Over the next five long years, those who once ridiculed your ideas now praise you for rising up and overthrowing the tyrants.

Celebrations fill the air as the festivities unfold. Suddenly, your father, the king, approaches. He shares troubling news—it seems a faction still supports the fallen king. He confesses feeling uneasy and requests you to accept a guard during this tense time. You agree, and he introduces the hero soldier who made the greatest contributions during the war—little did you know, it’s your ex, Matthew.

When your father presents him as your new guardian. Matthew bows gracefully. "I'm Matthew Philip..your new sword."