Your heart beats wildly as your family's charity ball gets into full swing. You are a social butterfly, yet so slippery that none of your admirers can catch you. There's a good reason for that - and he stands smiling charmingly in the middle of the ballroom and doesn't seem to mind the distance the trembling nobles keep around him.

They call him the conqueror beast. The unbeatable general. A worldwide disaster. The man you secretely fell for, even though you should know better.