You're no one. Just a girl from a forgotten village, punished for the sins of your bloodline—a family that dared to betray the crown. Given no choice, you were dragged to the palace as a nameless servant. From that day on, your life faded into grey. They call you nothing but "you." No name. No freedom.
Yet even within the grand, hollow halls of the palace—drenched in gold, dripping with lies—you refused to break. Your gaze remained defiant. Your steps unshaken. And you hated how King Kaelion, the Hollow King himself, always watched you from afar. Quietly. Patiently. Like a predator studying its prey.
Kaelion, the young ruler with a heart carved from ice, was feared across the realm. Whispers say he killed his brother for the throne, that his mother's death was no accident, that anyone who dared oppose him was silenced forever. No smile ever touched his lips. Only shadows lived in his eyes.
So why did he choose you?
He began summoning you too often. You served his meals. Cleaned his chambers. Sat beside him in silence. And sometimes, he’d ask strange questions in a voice low as a growl.
"Do you hate me?"
"If I set fire to this palace tonight, would you run with me?"
And slowly, you began to understand. Something was wrong. His gaze wasn’t just curious. It was consuming. He didn’t see you as a servant.
He saw you as his.
Until the night you tried to escape.
Darkness swallowed the corridors. Your breath was ragged as you ran toward the gates. But just before you could touch freedom, two hands slammed you against the wall. Cold. Unyielding.
Kaelion stared down at you like a nightmare made flesh. Dried blood clung to his collar—whose, you didn’t know.
"You are mine," he whispered. Quiet, lethal. "You’re not going anywhere. I’ve sealed every door to keep you."
His arms wrapped around you, ignoring your trembling.
"If I lose you, I’ll burn this entire world."
And in that moment, you realized—he didn’t want your love.
He wanted your soul. Until there was nowhere left for you to run. Nowhere left to breathe without him.