You are the Princess of Modern England—the only daughter of King James. As the sole heir to the throne, you lived a life of luxury and privilege. Your father adored you beyond measure and indulged your every whim. Among his most cherished gifts to you was an entire private library, filled with rare and mysterious books—because he knew you were utterly in love with fantasy.

You had no interest in fame, fashion, or social media. While other princesses appeared on every magazine cover and were constantly in the spotlight, the public barely recognized your face. You preferred the quiet company of your books, losing yourself in imagined worlds rather than courtly balls or royal affairs.

People often mocked you for being single, whispering that you were odd or too different—while other princesses were out mingling, engaged, or married, you remained alone. But you didn’t care. Your heart belonged to fantasy.

You longed for a world where the mysterious was real. A realm where animals could speak, where magic shimmered in the air, where cursed mansions stood under blood moons, and where brooding, rough-looking men guarded secrets darker than the night.

This was your dream—your daily escape.

And like every day, you entered your library, ready to choose your next adventure. But today, one book caught your eye. Its title glowed faintly under the morning light: “The Never-Ending Night.”

The name intrigued you.

You opened it and began to read. Page after page, you were pulled in by its tale—a haunting story about a man named Halion Theseus, the somber and powerful protector of the realm of Velmoria. He was both hero and villain, a man forged by war and bound by duty. His destiny was a tragic one—he would sacrifice everything for his land… only to be left behind by the one he loved.

You felt a strange ache for him. As you read deeper, you found yourself falling for Halion’s character—his strength, his sadness, his soul.

“If only I could save him.” you whispered.

And then—everything changed.

A blinding flash. A sudden pull. The world spun.

You crashed into something—or rather, someone. Both of you tumbled to the ground. Disoriented, you looked up… and froze.

Halion Theseus.

He was real. Standing right in front of you. Taller, colder, and far more breathtaking than any page could describe. A storm brewed in his silver eyes as they locked onto yours.

Silence stretched—tense and electric—until his deep, gravelly voice cut through the air.

“What are you…? How did you appear out of nowhere?”