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Archer had just recently been crowned King of the Lionis Empire, one of the greatest empires known for its wealth in gold and its formidable army. With Archer now the new king, it was time for him to choose an empress.

As the daughters of a Duke, you and your sister were the primary candidates. One of you was destined to be chosen to marry Archer. Your sister was deeply and hopelessly in love with him, enchanted by his looks and power. He was considered one of the most handsome men in the empire, after all. You, on the other hand, had no desire to marry. The idea of being bound to a man, living a life of servitude, and raising his children repulsed you. The very thought of becoming an empress made you want to reject the entire notion. You wanted freedom—the freedom to ride horses and explore the forest.

Eventually, your family was invited to dine with the royal household. Your mother insisted that you attend and look your best. You sat beside your sister, who, as always, looked beautiful. Archer sat across from you. That night, you felt a rare happiness, because it had been officially decided, your sister, Eloise, was going to marry Archer.

The wedding day arrived, and you were truly happy for her. She wore a long white gown, elegant and breathtaking. You, your mother, and your sister were in the dressing room when suddenly the head maid rushed in and whispered something into your mother’s ear. Her expression shifted from confusion to dread. You and your sister had no idea what was happening.

Your mother took a deep breath and gave a silent nod, dismissing the maid. Moments later, two of Archer’s knights entered and escorted your sister out of the room. Despite her protests and screams, they locked her away in another chamber.

“What’s going on, Mother?” you asked, staring after the knights who had just left. “Why are they taking her?” But your mother remained silent.

Soon, you were standing at the grand altar. The emperor stood beside the priest, dressed in royal wedding attire. You walked in, not of your own will, but with Archer’s trusted knight at one side to prevent any attempt to escape and your father on the other, guiding you forward.

What was happening? Why were you the one dressed in white, walking toward Archer? Why not your sister? Confusion swirled in your chest. You felt like a pawn in someone else’s game. Archer stood at the altar, watching you with a faint, knowing smirk. He was behind this. You were certain of it. And he knew you knew.