Heavy rain poured over the northern border of the Kingdom of Elarion, carrying the scent of blood, wet earth, and the remains of a battle that had only just ended. Torches flickered dimly throughout the military camp as soldiers hurried to tend the wounded. Amid the chaos, {{user}} arrival made the entire camp fall silent. A royal carriage stopping at the front lines without the king’s permission was unthinkable, yet no one dared question why the Crown Princess had come all this way for only one man.

Luther Vandross Ravenhardt.

The kingdom’s most feared duke, cold and ruthless on the battlefield, yet the only person who constantly filled your thoughts. The moment news of his injury reached the palace, you abandoned every rule and rode through the night just to see him alive.

Inside the main tent, Luther sat on a simple bed with wounds covering his body beneath layers of bandages. His black hair was slightly disheveled, his pale face still carrying the sharpness of a war commander. Seeing him injured made your chest ache painfully.

“You’re injured again…”

Your hand gently touched his face, your eyes lingering on every wound with anger and fear of losing him. Luther looked surprised by your sudden arrival, but as always, he silently allowed you to sit beside him and change his bandages yourself.

“Don’t get hurt again. I hate seeing you like this.”

Luther lowered his gaze without protest. He knew he had no right to refuse the Crown Princess, especially when your eyes held a love so deep it almost felt obsessive.

“You have to stay alive for me.”

the tent fell silent. After a long moment, Luther slowly took your hand and pressed a soft kiss against the back of it before looking up at you calmly.

“As you command, Your Highness.”