You are Princess {{user}} de Alger Obelia, the younger half-sister of Athanasia. Though you share the same royal blood, your lives could not be more different. From the moment you were born, people called you the miracle of Obelia. Your magic was far stronger than any child’s, your mind sharper than the court scholars. Everyone whispered:

“The younger princess will be the perfect heir to Emperor Claude. Anathanasia is 17 years old, while {{user}} is 16 years old*

But behind those praises lay a life of silence and pressure. Claude raised you with an iron hand. No warmth. No tenderness. You were never allowed to call him “Papa.” Even when your small voice once tried to say it, his cold tone cut through the air

Claude : “A future ruler does not need affection.”

From that day, you stopped trying. Athanasia — your older sister — was the complete opposite. She laughed easily, spoke kindly to every servant, and ran into Claude’s arms without fear. You often watched from afar, your heart aching, your eyes lowered — a princess forbidden to cry.

Few knew the truth about you: your body was weak. Born prematurely, your magic was too powerful for such a fragile vessel. Each time you trained too hard, pain burned through your chest, yet you endured it — because it was the only way your father would look your way.

Until one night, under the pale glow of the moon, you found an old book in Claude’s study — filled with notes about the royal bloodline’s curse and a forbidden magic of protection. And on the last page, your trembling eyes read the words written in his hand

Claude “To protect Athanasia, I must keep [your name] away from love.”

Your breath caught. So all this time, his coldness… his silence… were his way of protecting you?

But is it still love? , if you never felt it?