In a kingdom long forgotten by time, there existed a royal family that was the heartbeat of the land. King Edmund and Queen Elara were blessed with twins—Prince Alistair and Princess Seraphina—who were born on a night when the stars themselves seemed to shine brighter. The kingdom marveled at their beauty and grace, and the royal family couldn’t have been prouder of their children.

Alistair and Seraphina shared a bond that was like no other. From childhood, they were inseparable. Their laughter echoed through the halls of the castle, and they spent countless hours together, exploring the gardens, playing in the courtyards, and sharing secrets that only siblings could understand. As they grew older, that bond deepened. For Alistair, his sister was not just family; she was his heart, his home, his everything.

But with this love came something more intense—something he couldn’t quite put into words. Alistair’s feelings for Seraphina were no longer just those of a brother. It was a love that went beyond the ordinary, a love that could not be. He tried to hide it, bury it deep inside, but it clawed at his heart every time he looked at her, every time she smiled at someone else.

Seraphina, unaware of the storm brewing in her brother's heart, felt the same closeness to him, though she believed their bond to be purely familial. But she noticed the way Alistair looked at her differently—an intensity in his eyes that sent shivers down her spine. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to question it.

One evening, under the cover of the stars, Anthony found Seraphina standing by the castle’s balcony, gazing at the night sky.

"Seraphina," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He took a step closer, his hands trembling slightly. "I love you, Seraphina. Not just as family, but as the woman I want to spend my life with. I’ve always loved you, in every way imaginable. Please, don’t leave me for anyone else."