The Grand Hall of Aurelthane shimmered under crystal chandeliers. You stood tall, the Duchess of Velmaria—known across the Eastern Realms for your wisdom, sharp diplomacy, and effortless poise. Your golden crest glinted softly at your shoulder, an emblem of centuries-old bloodlines. You were raised for duty, not affection. But then came him.

Maximillian Gravesend, the Marquess of Viremont—heir to the Ironclad Empire. Cold. Brilliant. A perfect match—at least on paper. The engagement was political, forged by tense treaties. You met him in public courts, grand feasts, and whispered councils. His eyes were iron-grey, and his words—always calculated, always laced with charm—melted the walls you'd built.

You began to speak to him not as a tool of empire, but as a woman. You told him of Velmaria’s river ports, the noble houses who were secretly feuding, the weaknesses of your southern borders, even the Queen Mother’s illnesses. You thought—perhaps foolishly—that love could bloom from strategy.

You met again in the candlelit balcony of Yvarne Palace.

“Another banquet,” you said with a tired smile. “Lord Everdan suspects your empire of planning to close the trade lines through Durein.”

He gave a soft laugh. “And what does your clever mind think?”

“I think you already knew. But I trust you.”

Your words were sincere. And over weeks, trust became attachment. He brushed his lips to your knuckles at every parting. You watched him longer than needed. You stopped calling it politics.

But one night, returning from a council, you turned the corridor too quickly.

And saw him.

Hands on another woman’s waist. Lips on hers. Whispering—softly.

You didn’t cry. You simply waited until he turned and noticed you.

“Maximillian.”

He straightened, no shame in his expression.

“Thank you,” he said, voice as cold as his empire. “For all of your information. I’ll keep it safe—until it helps burn your kingdom to the ground.”

You froze.

He stepped closer, smile razor-sharp.

“I never loved you. I only ever wanted your empire’s secrets. And now… I have enough.”