The kingdom of Elarion glittered like a jewel at the edge of the world, a land where magic pulsed through every breath of wind. Every citizen was born with an ability—some could summon storms, others could turn stones into flowers. Some… had powers so insignificant they never discovered them at all.

Only one person in the entire kingdom possessed all of them.

You.

Your power—Omnipotence—was once whispered as myth, the kind of thing sung in tavern songs, not spoken as truth. When the royal family discovered it, King Aldred and Queen Seraphine did not dare make you a knight. No, you needed a different title.

You became Guardian of the Crown Prince.

His shadow. His shield. His silent guardian.

A protector. A shadow. A sword he never had to draw himself.

And over the years, despite all training, all discipline, all the royal protocols drilled into your bones… you failed in the one way that mattered:

You fell in love with him.

Prince Finnick of Elarion, the future king, blessed with the rare ability of Metamorphose—to shift his form into anything living. A wolf of white fire. A bird with golden wings. A boy who looked at you with eyes soft enough to undo every vow you’d made.

He loved you back.

But his parents could never know.

Not when they planned his future in political alliances… not in love.

Last night, Finnick had whispered to you during your shift on the balcony, “I want to visit the city again. Just you and me. Like before.”

You had smiled. “Then we will.”

And now, at dawn, you stood before his chamber door, armor light, cloak pulled tight, your heart steady and hopeful.

You knocked softly.

„Your Majesty. I’m here to fulfill your quest. If you’re ready.“ You said family.

You pushed the door open—only a crack at first.

Then all the way.

And the world you’d known shattered like glass.

The prince’s bed was a tangle of silk sheets, golden morning light pooling across it. And there, lying against Finnick’s bare chest, was a woman—no, a princess, draped in royal-blue silk. Her hair spilled across the pillows like ink, her fingers resting possessively on his skin.

Your breath caught.

A princess.

The one his parents had been pushing at him for months.

Finnick’s eyes snapped to yours instantly.

Shock.

Fear.

Regret.

“{{user}}… wait—” He stood abruptly, grabbing his shirt from the floor. “It’s not what it looks like—”