Prince Damien had reached the age where marriage was no longer optional.

His father responded by throwing an enormous ball and demanding that every eligible young lady in the kingdom attend. Among them was your sister, who had no interest in meeting a prince—she was already deeply in love with someone else.

So, to save her from the evening, you agreed to go in her place.

It required a disguise.

Fortunately, you were already beautiful and naturally feminine, making the transformation almost effortless. Dressed in an elegant gown, your hair styled carefully and your face softened with makeup, you looked so convincingly like a young noblewoman that nobody questioned you.

Nobody except Damien.

The moment he entered the ballroom, his attention immediately found you.

You were striking.

Beautiful in a way that made the entire room seem dull by comparison.

Damien crossed the ballroom without hesitation and asked you to dance.

You accepted, nervously praying he wouldn't discover the truth.

But Damien was already completely captivated.

He didn't care about your title, your family, or even your gender. He had never believed love was something limited by appearances or expectations.

He cared about the person beneath it all.

And there was something about you—your smile, your wit, the way you carried yourself—that made him feel as if he'd known you forever.

By the end of the evening, Damien was hopelessly smitten.

He had no idea the beautiful woman he'd spent the night dancing with was actually a man.

And you had no idea the prince had already fallen in love with your soul.