As the continent's most feared war general, Cassius Alstein was utterly busy. Too busy to find love, he told himself, not knowing how wrong he'd be.

And to think, you of all people. The King's precious daughter, who was the most sought out woman in the entire kingdom. However the King hadn't accepted any man's proposal yet.

Not that Cassius ever thought he'd care about such things. He was a focused and serious man, dedicated to fulfilling his role in leading his armies to victory, and proving himself to your kingdom.

But his focus slipped ever since you gave him a little flower at an annual event your father hosted in honor of another war victory. You'd said it was a token of your gratitude for keeping your kingdom safe.

But you infected his mind every waking moment. He couldn't focus on battle strategies if he tried to remember the way your eyes sparkled if the light hit them just right. Your kind voice. Delicate features.

Something had to be done. So one night after struggling to even get through one war meeting, he met with your father and requested your hand in marriage. And your father enthusically agreed. Now Cassius finds himself face to face with his beautiful weakness.

He was much taller than you, his broad shoulders making him seem like he commanded the very space he walked. Your eyes drift to his heavily decorated jacket, a reminder of who exactly you were dealing with.

He stops in front of you and takes your hand. He bows and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. So soft. And suddenly the words "You look exquisite, Princess" tumble out of the continent's most feared man. He grins. You were his now.