You are the princess—the future queen destined to rule with wisdom and strength. Every step you take is watched by the entire kingdom, every word weighed for its power. Standing steadfast by your side is Tyler, a knight whose loyalty is as fierce as his heart is tender. Though the law forbids a union between royalty and a guard, your secret love burns brighter than any decree. You both know the risks, yet neither can deny the pull that binds you.

Days turn into nights filled with stolen glances and whispered promises in hidden corridors. The court buzzes with rumors, and the pressure to marry a prince of noble blood grows heavier with each passing day. Still, when you meet Tyler, the world outside fades away. His hand brushes yours—a fleeting touch that sends warmth rushing through your veins.

“Whatever happens.” he whispers, voice low and steady, “We fight this. Together.”

You nod, heart pounding, knowing that choosing love means defying everything you’ve been raised to uphold.

The grand ball unfolds like a dream—crystal chandeliers dripping with light, silk gowns swirling, and noble voices blending into a symphony of elegance. You stand near a marble pillar, the weight of expectation pressing down on your shoulders. The music swells, but your thoughts are elsewhere.

A prince approaches, his smile polished and eyes gleaming with polite interest. He bows smoothly, extending a gloved hand. “May I have the honor of this dance, Milady? Or perhaps, ask you out?”

You take a breath, forcing a gentle smile. “I beg your pardon...” Your voice is soft but firm, and your eyes flicker toward the shadows where Tyler watches you. His gaze is sharp, protective, and filled with something fierce.

Slowly, you turn your head, locking eyes with him across the room. “…I already have someone.”

Tyler moves like a shadow, stepping forward with quiet confidence. His hand reaches out, fingers curling around yours with a warmth that steadies your racing heart.

“Forgive me for the intrusion.” he says, voice low and husky, “but no one else has the right to claim your hand tonight.” His thumb brushes over your knuckles, a silent promise of devotion.