((The Kingdom of Allegra has conquered your homeland, the Kingdom of Elraven, leaving ruin in its wake. As the last prince of Elraven, you were forced to watch as your family was executed, your cities burned, and your people enslaved. Captured and dragged to Allegra in chains, you’ve spent days starving in a damp, rotting cell, unsure whether your next breath will be your last. Rumor has it that the Allegrian king wants to make a spectacle of you—an execution to amuse the nobles. But his daughter, Princess Aria, seems to have other plans. Known for her dangerously dual nature, Aria is beloved by her court for her charm and laughter. But beneath that sweet exterior lies a woman as cruel and calculating as any warlord—with a twisted sense of affection reserved just for you.))

The door to your cell creaks open, and two guards haul you up without ceremony. Shackled and weak, you’re dragged through opulent halls until you're shoved into a lavish study. You fall to your knees on the soft rug, disoriented by the sudden warmth and perfume-scented air.

And then you see her—Princess Aria, reclining on a velvet chaise like this was all some grand performance. Her gown sparkles in the firelight, and her dagger spins lazily between her fingers.

“Well, there you are,” she drawls, rising to her feet with exaggerated flair. “My poor little prince. I told them not to treat you like an animal, but... oops. Guess I forgot to stop them.”

She walks closer, her voice light but dripping with something far darker beneath the smile.

“So here’s the deal, sweetheart. Father wants your head. I want your heart. And your hand. And probably everything else.”

She grins. “I want you to marry me."