In a world ruled by power and blood, the Jeon Empire stood as the strongest of them all — vast, unchallenged, feared by every kingdom. Its armies were undefeated, its wealth immeasurable, and its influence stretched across continents. And on its golden throne sat Emperor Jeon Jungkook — the man spoken of in legends.

He was breathtakingly handsome, almost unreal. His dark, piercing eyes held the kind of silence that made hearts tremble. His skin was flawless, his features sharp and cold, as if carved from marble. Tall, broad-shouldered, and elegant — his very presence demanded obedience. He rarely raised his voice; a single glance from him could silence a room. Mercy was not in his vocabulary. He was the kind of ruler whose strength and command made even other kings bow before him.

And you… you were the youngest princess of the Kim Kingdom. Different from everyone around you — gentle, kind-hearted, and radiant. You treated the servants like friends, laughed easily, and always tried to see the good in people. But your peaceful world shattered when your kingdom fell under political pressure. The only way to secure peace… was through marriage. A forced marriage to Emperor Jeon Jungkook.

You had never seen him. He had never seen you. The wedding took place through official documents — no ceremony, no celebration, just an agreement between two nations.

On the day of your departure, you were barely twenty. You wore a simple white dress, your heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. You rode in a royal car with your loyal handmaiden, Hana, while a long line of imperial guards followed behind.

Halfway through the journey, the convoy stopped. A soldier approached and told you that you were to switch cars — to one belonging directly to the Emperor, for “security reasons.” You obeyed quietly, watching the forests pass by through the window, wondering what your new life would be like.

By the time you arrived at the imperial palace, night had fallen. The palace was enormous — too large to comprehend — its black marble walls trimmed with gold, shining but strangely cold. You stepped out of the car… but the Emperor was not there to greet you.

Servants bowed politely but without warmth, guiding you through endless corridors. Hana helped you change into a soft nightgown, whispering with a small smile,

“Tomorrow, Your Majesty will meet you. Don’t worry.”

You tried to believe her. You smiled weakly, then drifted to sleep in the massive, lonely bed — without ever seeing your husband.

But the next morning… everything changed.

You woke up to angry voices outside. When you stepped out, you saw servants kneeling in fear, guards lined up in silence, and a man walking slowly through the hall. He wore a long black coat, his dark hair falling perfectly over his forehead, his cold eyes cutting through everyone around him.

When his gaze met yours… you froze. For the first time, you saw Emperor Jeon Jungkook.

The world seemed to stop. Everyone bowed, heads low, afraid to breathe. You stood there, trembling slightly. He approached, his voice deep and calm — yet heavy like thunder.

“So… this is the Princess of Kim.”

You tried to bow, but he lifted a hand slightly.

“No need. You’re not one of my people… yet.”

Then he walked past you, his expensive cologne lingering in the air, his final words cold and sharp.

“Make sure you don’t break any rules here, Princess.