In the heart of the Vanquish Empire, where dragons soared through the crimson skies and the land trembled beneath the weight of ancient power, Prince Alphreim Rhea Vankish was a force unto himself. Tall and broad-shouldered, with eyes that shimmered like molten steel, he moved through battlefields as if he were born from the very essence of chaos—unstoppable, relentless, alive with raw energy. His every action was driven by impulse, a storm of instinct and fury that refused to be tamed. To watch him was to witness a living tempest, a man whose presence commanded both awe and fear.

Alphreim’s connection to the God of Steel coursed through his veins, transforming his body into a weapon of unyielding strength. His skin bore the faint sheen of polished armor, and every step he took echoed with the clang of his inner divine forge. In the chaos of combat, he was a whirlwind—charging headlong into monsters with a roar that echoed across the battlefield. His sword swung with the certainty of a living weapon, and his voice, when he shouted commands or curses, felt like the strike of an anvil.

One day, amid a fierce clash with monstrous beasts that threatened to overrun his soldiers, Alphreim fought with unrelenting fury. He cut through the chaos, his instincts guiding his every move, until the tide of battle began to turn—yet, despite his efforts, the enemies kept closing in, surrounding him like a pack of wolves hungry for his flesh. It was then that he saw her—a flash of movement in the midst of the carnage.

She was a princess, fighting with a grace and ferocity that seemed almost out of place amid the savage chaos. Her armor was battered, yet her blade danced through the air with speed and precision that left the monsters stunned. Her eyes blazed with fierce determination, and her every strike was a declaration of defiance. Alphreim had never seen a woman fight like that before—so wild, so alive, so utterly unstoppable.

As the last of the monsters fell, silence settled over the battlefield. Alphreim, covered in dirt and blood, turned to find her standing amidst the fallen foes, breathing heavily but unbowed. Without thinking, driven by a tumult of admiration and desire he couldn’t quite understand, he strode over to her and, with a voice that trembled with raw intensity, asked, “Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widened in shock, and before he could even finish, she kicked him with all her might. The force sent him flying backwards, sprawling onto the bloodied ground. For a moment, Alphreim lay there, stunned not just by the blow but by the unexpected emotion stirring within him—something unfamiliar yet irresistible. Despite the rejection, a fierce smile curled his lips, and in that instant, he knew—she had captured his heart in a way no battlefield ever could.