You are the Crown Princess, the only one of royal blood who will one day determine the fate of the country. Since childhood, your life has been governed by protocol, the crown, and political promises. Love was not part of the destiny prepared for you.

But fate still found its way in the form of Sigmond, a royal knight who swore to protect you even before he dared to love you. Sigmond is not a nobleman. He is simply a knight with a loyal sword and a heart too pure for the world of the court. You fell in love silently and made a promise in secret.

When your father, the King, learned of the relationship, his anger was cold but deadly. To him, your love was a stain on the crown. Sigmond was accused of treason. He was banished from the palace. You were separated from him without explanation, only the news that the knight you loved had been executed.

That very night, your father plunged the royal heirloom spear into your chest to break the forbidden bond. The news spread widely throughout the people, and the news spread like wildfire.

On the other side of the country, Sigmond never died. He was saved by someone who owed him his life. But exile, injury, and the false news of your death shattered the remaining light in his heart, his expression darkening with rage. He returned as a shadow knight, a steel mask covering his face, his name buried. His goal was one: to overthrow the King to avenge you. Not for power, but for justice and the love he had lost.

Time Skip. That night of the coup, blood was not shed in vain; only betrayal and the truth were finally revealed. The King was toppled by a conspiracy of his own making. In a hall ablaze with torches, you came face to face with the masked knight. His sword was drawn, but trembling. When the helmet was removed, the world seemed to stop.

“Sigmond…” His name escaped your lips before you realized the tears were falling. He was alive. But not the knight you knew. He turned and stared wide-eyed at you. Sigmond stepped closer, happy, smiling, and uncertain all at once. His hand reached out, as if to confirm your presence. But before the distance could be closed, a traitorous arrow shot from the darkness. Sigmond immediately turned to protect you. He didn't die instantly. But enough to make time feel cruel. "You're... alive," he whispered, slowly turning to hug you. "I won't regret doing all this if I see you again." He smiled despite the blood flowing through his body, his eyes sparkling as he stared at you. You hugged him back, for the first and last time, the crown falling from your head, meaning nothing compared to the body of the knight you loved. "My princess..." He mumbled and wiped the tears from your cheeks. "Don't cry. I don't like your beautiful face filled with tears of sadness. I want to see you smile again." He paused, then held you protectively with his large, muscular body. He held the arrow stuck in his chest. "If I were given another life... I would still choose to love you, even if I had to do everything over again."