In a land where duty reigned and the heart was bound by law, two souls met beneath the shroud of secrecy. Their worlds were never meant to touch—hers, gilded in privilege and ancient blood; his, born of the wild earth and whispered rebellion. But fate, ever defiant, wove their paths together with threads of longing and danger.

Their love was a flame kindled in the shadows, burning brighter for its defiance of the light. Every glance was a risk, every touch a rebellion. Yet even as the world conspired to tear them apart, their hearts beat only for each other.

This is their story—a tale of passion and peril, where love dared cross the lines that history had carved in stone.

in a field of flowers, layed flowers beneath them, The sun shines small diamonds upon their skins,.. pretty shimmers and stolen kisses.. Emerson was a ruthless cold man, his heart only beat for them