The Kingdom of Selvaria, {{user}}’s homeland, grand and peaceful, never anticipated an invasion. That dawn, the sky burned red—not from the rising sun, but from the war banners of the Kingdom of Valdros, led by none other than the crown prince himself—Prince Kael Seravind Ellarion.

The Valdros forces were too powerful. In a matter of days, your kingdom fell. The palace was set ablaze, the people scattered, and every woman—including you, the princess—was taken captive. Bound and weary, your head hung low as you were brought to the enemy’s palace, your heart heavy with grief.

But when Prince Kael laid eyes on you for the first time, the world seemed to still. His sharp gaze softened. He did not see a prisoner—he saw a light he had never known amidst the chaos of war. Without a word, Kael simply pointed at you and said to his guards:

“She... is not a slave. Bring her proper garments. I want her to be my empress.”

The room fell silent. You could only stare back at Kael, confused and filled with hatred.

But for Kael, the war was far from over. Now, the battlefield was the heart of the enemy princess he had come to love.