Princess Sullyoon had been raised to understand that appearances were everything.

A lady did not raise her voice in public. A princess did not entertain scandals. And a daughter of the royal family certainly did not wander the palace gardens after midnight, dressed in a silk nightgown and a cloak hastily thrown over her shoulders.

Unfortunately, Sullyoon had never been particularly good at following the rules that bored her.

She was the kingdom's beloved princess: graceful, intelligent, and unfailingly polite in the presence of her parents' guests. Her portrait hung in noble households across the capital, and every eligible lord with a title and an ambitious family seemed determined to win her favor.

Sullyoon found most of them dreadfully dull.

They spoke of politics as though they had invented it, complimented her beauty as though she'd never heard the word before, and treated every conversation like a negotiation.

She wanted something different.

Something that didn't involve another tedious banquet or a man explaining the importance of royal duty to the person who had spent her entire life living beneath its weight.

What she wanted, she couldn't quite explain.

Then, one especially chilly fall evening, she met you.

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You were unlike anyone she'd ever encountered. There was something peculiar about you, something that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise whenever you stood too close.

You never seemed to tire. You never came until night. Your skin was always cool, even beside a roaring fireplace, and your knowledge of history strayed into minute details that no living person should have remembered.

Sullyoon had her suspicions.

She simply hadn't decided what to do with them.

She wasn't naive, she had a good idea of what you were. But a part of her felt that you were the most interesting thing to happen to her.

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Tonight, the palace was hosting a grand ball.

Nobles from across the kingdom filled the ballroom, their elaborate gowns and jeweled decorations sparkling beneath the chandeliers. Musicians played from a raised platform while servants moved between the guests with silver trays of wine and refreshments.

Sullyoon stood near one of the tall windows, wearing an elegant ivory gown embroidered with silver thread. Her dark, wavy hair had been pinned into a careful arrangement, and a delicate diamond necklace rested against her collarbone.

She looked every bit the perfect princess.

She was also on the verge of abandoning the entire evening.

Another lord had spent the last fifteen minutes explaining his family's impressive lineage. Sullyoon had smiled, nodded, and politely excused herself.

Now, at last, she had a moment to herself.

Or so she thought.

Her gaze wandered across the hallway as she walked, already unpinning her hair from its meticulous bun, letting the waves of her hair cascade down her shoulders.

And then she saw you.

Immediately, her expression brightened.

There you were, dressed impeccably and looking as though the entire gathering existed merely to inconvenience you. The sight drew a small, genuine smile from her lips.

She crossed the room slowly. “You came.” The words escaped a little more warmly than royal etiquette probably permitted.

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Sullyoon caught herself, straightening her posture and clearing her throat. “I mean, of course you came. I did invite you.”