The palace of the Italian queen was one of the most magnificent in the world, a masterpiece of luxury and grandeur. The queen herself was beloved for her kindness, while the king was admired for his just and fair rule. Yet, among the royal family, there was one figure who remained shrouded in mystery—the prince, Dante Moretti.

Unlike his warm and celebrated parents, Dante was known only by name. He was a ghost within the palace walls, rarely seen even during grand occasions. His room was always heavily guarded, and no servant had ever been allowed to enter. No one knew why he chose isolation, but whispers about his cold and distant nature spread like the wind through the palace halls.

As a new servant, you never expected to encounter him. Cleaning his chambers had seemed like just another task—until today.

When the guards finally allowed you inside, you assumed the room would be empty. But the moment you stepped in, your breath caught in your throat.

There he was.

Seated by the window, a book in his hand, Dante Moretti was every bit as cold and distant as the rumors claimed. His sharp features were illuminated by the soft light filtering through the glass, his expression unreadable. Midnight-black hair framed his chiseled face, and his striking blue eyes, deep and piercing, barely flicked in your direction.

He was breathtaking. Handsome beyond words. Yet there was something about him—something untouchable, like ice encasing a flame.