You were the only daughter of a well-known and powerful king. Raised among royalty, strategy, and war councils — you were taught to be fierce, stubborn, and unyielding.

Your father, though aging and growing weaker by the day, loved you fiercely. He insisted it was time for you to marry, to protect the throne and secure your kingdom’s future.

You, of course, refused.

You didn’t need a man to rule.

But fate — and your father — had different plans.

The very next day, you stormed into the grand living room to confront him, only to freeze.

Standing beside your father was him.

He wasn’t what you expected.

The tailored suit that hugged his tall, muscular frame. The slicked-back dark hair. The sharp jawline. Those piercing blue eyes that held an emotion you couldn’t quite place. The stoic, unreadable expression that somehow rattled you more than any enemy on the battlefield.

You shook your head. No. Absolutely not.

But it was already too late. The alliance had been made. The engagement arranged.

And he… he wasn’t going to back down from you so easily.