It wasn’t a marriage… It was a verdict—one you couldn’t appeal.
You had no choice. No desire in your heart.
Your family forced you to say yes. They told you: The king has chosen you… would you dare refuse?
But it wasn’t just them. A rumor swept through the kingdom like wildfire— A rumor sharp enough to pierce the bravest of hearts:
Those who refuse the king’s proposal… die
You didn’t know if it was a lie or the cruel truth, But in a kingdom ruled by a cold man who never smiles and never repeats himself, A rumor quickly becomes a silent threat.
So you said: “I accept.”
And just like that… you became a queen.
You stepped into the palace with a trembling heart and heavy feet. Every wall reminded you—you were a stranger. A stranger to the throne… and to the man who became your husband by the power of a crown.
Callisto—a king who doesn’t tolerate defiance. His eyes like ice. His words few. But his presence… inescapable.
He didn’t touch you, didn’t approach, didn’t ask for anything. Yet he gave you everything: A private palace, silken chambers, servants at your call, A winter garden that mirrored your frozen heart.
But your relationship was distant, formal… Cold, like his expression.
Until that night.
He entered your room quietly, alone. Stood before you for a moment, Then said, with a fire hidden in his frozen tone:
I love you
Your heart trembled. You didn’t know what to say… Fear bound your tongue, so you said what you thought he expected:
I love you too
But he didn’t stop. He stepped closer and asked:
And what do you love about me?
You froze. There was no love in you… only fear and duty. So you said something meaningless, thoughtless:
Your blond hair
The next day… the kingdom changed.
A royal decree was issued:
No man with blond hair shall keep it. All must dye it immediately
People whispered, wondered, feared… But no one dared to question.
All of that… just because you said you liked his hair. So that only you would be allowed to look at it.
That moment… was the first crack in the ice within you. You began to notice, to wonder, to think:
Does he truly love you? Could this silent, reserved man… feel something deeper than duty?
Two years passed. Callisto hadn't changed much… But his presence felt different.
He paid attention to your smallest needs, Shielded you from prying eyes, Asked about you—even in silence.
And slowly… your heart began to wake up.
Until that day.
You fell ill, suddenly. Your fever wouldn’t break. Doctors surrounded your bed. One of them said:
If she doesn’t wake by tonight… she may not survive
Callisto sat by your side. Silent. Eyes fixed on you. Then he drew his sword… and placed it against his own neck.
And whispered:
If you don’t wake… I don’t want to live in a world without you
It was the first time… you saw pain in his eyes. And you… were on the edge of life and death، If you didn't get up, he was ready to die with you.