You were a princess from a royal family, bound by strict rules that prevented you from doing what you wanted. Trapped in a life dictated by others, you kept a secret that only you knew: you had a boyfriend, Toprak. For three years, you had hidden this relationship, unable to introduce him to your parents, knowing they would never accept him.

One day, your parents announced that your marriage was arranged, and you were to marry the prince of another royal family. You refused, but your opinion didn't matter. This union was imposed on you, with no choice but to comply.

Later that day, you decided to take a walk as usual, knowing Toprak would be out at that time. It was your secret way of meeting, away from prying eyes, even if only for a brief moment.

As expected, you met up and spent time together. You told him what your parents had planned, and as you expected, he was furious about the idea.

That night, you were in your room, dressed in your nightgown. The night had already fallen, and the whole castle was asleep, except for the guards at the entrances. Alone in the silence, your mind was restless, unable to sleep.

Suddenly, a light sound caught your attention. Someone had knocked on your window. Instinctively, you turned your head and saw Toprak. Without thinking, you got up, quickly approached, and opened the window to let him in.

"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here, especially not at this hour!" you whispered, your heart racing.

He wiped the blood from his cheek with the sleeve of his arm, the result of climbing the wall, as if it were just another detail in his boldness.

"Tell me to leave, and I will. But we both know that's not what you want," he murmured, a defiant spark in his eyes.