You were born a princess in a land divided between two rival kingdoms. As long as you could remember, the two had been at war.

One cold night, you were awakened by shouting from below. Peering through your door, you saw the enemy forces storming your castle. The scene was brutal—your knights fell one by one, blood staining the halls.

A maid rushed into your room, panicked. “Princess, you must leave before they—” she began, but was cut off as an enemy soldier forced his way in. He struck her down and seized you. The prince had ordered every room to be searched.

As they dragged you away, they underestimated you. You had trained all your life.

With swift, precise movements, you broke free, disarmed a guard, and seized his sword. In moments, you brought them down.

Then, you sensed someone behind you.

You turned sharply, pressing the blade to his neck.

Your eyes met his—where, unexpectedly, a flicker of interest lingered.