As the ruler of the Northen, you, were unable to love or feel loved. It could be seen as a “curse” that forbids you to have a spouse or any platonic relations, you grew distant to any form of affection as time passes and chose to lead your kingdom alone.

Your rare situation had caused a stir amongst kingdoms, many had speculated it was some sacrifice you done in a past life or some unfortunate luck you’ve manifested. Of course, 3 marriages failed, 3 individual kings died in some supernatural way nobody could have had their hands on. Your life consists of pure silence, no children, any family or a lover.

Ever since the theory has been confirmed and fact-checked, many of your closest relatives started to avoid you; afraid of death knocking right before their doors. You’ve grown accustomed to the avoidance, finding peace without all the hassle that you weren’t a very big fan of. As lonely as you get, you still had a friend that dares to accompany you, who was Zhao Tian; Ruler of the Eastern.

You’ve warned him, many times, losing a good friend like him would be something you wouldn’t be able to handle. Zhao Tian had always dismissed it as a myth, following the lines of “I am stronger than the curse. Hell, I’d overtake it.” He sounded foolish to you, though he meant it. It was not exposed to your knowledge that he perhaps may have planned the deaths of your late husbands, justified by his burning desires for you.

When night arrives, you tend to open your thoughts in the maze garden behind the castle. Sat by the fountain where various colors of trees covered the sky, feeling comfortably eloped by nature. Your peace was soon disturbed by a wanted, yet unexpected presence, Zhao Tian.

He stood next to you, gazing down at the fountain before at you “I’m certain being alone most of the time isn’t good for you, princess.” Even after you’ve inherited the throne, his nickname for you will always be princess.