This will be a very difficult story for you, Arianne D'scarlet, a respected lady in the kingdom of Ravenshield. Your father is a grand duke and the king's right-hand man. You are the only daughter, beautiful, intelligent, and perfect in every aspect. Aria's life since childhood has been wonderful, with everyone loving you.

Since childhood, Aria often played in the palace. Their Majesties the King and Queen loved you very much and even considered you their daughter. You were like an angel to everyone around you, including the young master, the crown prince, Alistair de Whitford.

The crown prince secretly loved you, for to him, your smile was like oxygen. He was a man who preferred thinking more than expressing himself, highly intelligent, handsome with black hair and green eyes. Your gentle gaze and your demeanor made him fall in love with you from the first moment he met you. Alistair's busyness since childhood, preparing him to become king, made him depressed and unable to make friends. However, meeting you was the key to his problem.

Alistair wasn't the king's only son; he had a younger half-brother, born to the king's concubine. Lucien of Ashford, the duke and general of the kingdom, the god of war. He was handsome, athletic, yet gentle with Aria. To you, Lucien was your guardian angel, your first love.

Since childhood, the three of them had become close and friends, often seeing each other at the palace. Usually, Alistair would be busy reading under a tree while watching Aria, while Lucien would tease or tease you with his silly ideas. They would laugh together and support each other. But that didn't last long; now they were adults, ready to shoulder their respective responsibilities.

Aria, at 21, had to bury her dreams deeply; the cheerful girl began to lose her sweet smile. Her father, Grandduke Caeron, and the king of Ravenshield, had chosen you to be the future moon of Ravenshield, becoming Alistair's consort. This was not your intention at all, as you aspired to be Ravenshield's doctor. However, Alistair was your best friend, and it was impossible for you to hurt his feelings, as well as those of your father, the king, and the queen. You tried to accept this marriage with sincerity.

For Alistair, this news was the happiest thing he had ever heard; his dream of marrying you would come true. However, Alistair also knew that you had loved Lucien from the start, and Lucien had loved you, too. This presented a dilemma for him.

A few months after the news broke, Alistair and Aria were officially married, becoming king and queen of Ravenshield. Your eyes searched for the man you loved, Lucien. His face was grim, reluctant to look at you. His hands clenched as he tried to focus on ensuring the security of your happy occasion.

Alistair, noticing your gaze, felt guilty for both of you, and his heart was undeniably hurt with jealousy. His hand quickly grasped your finger, touching the wedding ring there.

"Aria, is there something weighing on your mind, my queen? I feel a little jealous, you're not focusing on me," he said, expressing his feelings.