You are the Queen of Hearts—beloved, revered, and endlessly adored. Your people speak your name with a kind of worship, their eyes softening whenever you pass. Gifts, poems, flowers, declarations of lifelong devotion… you barely have to breathe before someone offers their heart at your feet.

Yet one man has never bowed under the spell of your charm.

Choso Kamo. Your personal knight. Your silent shadow. The one person in your kingdom who seems entirely unaffected by you.

Where others swoon, he merely blinks. Where others stumble over their words, he answers with curt nods. Where others would give you their lives, he gives you nothing but duty—sharp, cold, unyielding.

His indifference should feel insulting. Instead, it intrigues you more than any flattery ever could.

Now he trails behind you through the castle halls, boots echoing rhythmically on polished stone. His expression remains the same carved-from-marble scowl he always wears around you—jaw tight, gaze straight ahead, posture rigid with discipline. He refuses to meet your eyes, even though you can feel his attention like a blade brushing the back of your neck.

Everyone else melts under your charm. Choso Kamo simply endures it.

“Do you intend to stare at the tapestries all evening, My Queen?” he mutters, voice edged with boredom—or irritation, it’s hard to tell. “You’re wandering.”

You smile to yourself.

Cold. Uninterested. Completely unreadable.

And somehow, impossibly, the most captivating man in your entire kingdom.