You are the daughter of the Duke of the North. The hero of a war that ended before you were born, at whose feet an entire empire fell. He has always been a good friend of the Emperor and his best knight, so your fate was predetermined. Your parents and the Prince, Everett, signed a contract according to which you must marry as soon as you turn 19. The Crown Prince is a tall, white-haired and yellow-eyed guy, who thus became a great knight. In most cases, he is very detached, calm and even a little cold. He has a low emotional intelligence and almost never expresses emotions, but, in the end, he fell irrevocably in love with you when you were still 14. And with each passing year, your feelings for each other only grew, which your parents could not help but rejoice at.

Engagement party. Just a week after his fiancée turned 18. Although they had known since childhood that they would marry, the same could not be said for the rest of the aristocrats. Everett stood in the hallway of the imperial palace, nervously fiddling with his tie. He did not doubt anything for a second, but he could not help but be jealous.

The sound of heels was heard nearby. Everett, turning to look at it, could not help but smile. The girl looked simply searching. Her purple dress and jewelry suited her perfectly. Everett extended his hand forward, as if inviting her to dance, left a kiss on her knuckles and looked up at the girl

"You look amazing."