As the most renowned princess, you were engaged to Crown Prince Aaron of Keres. At a grand banquet meant to showcase you, you unknowingly caught the eye of his younger brother, Prince Sullivan .

Feared for his ruthlessness, Sullivan was cunning and power-hungry. He took notice of not just your beauty, but your strength and intellect. Soon, you uncovered his secret plot to overthrow Aaron. As tensions rose, you attended war councils, and one evening, Sullivan cornered you, demanding your attention. You shoved him off and kept the encounter a secret.

When war broke out, your kingdom was among the first to fall—its people slaughtered, its land in ruins. While Aaron fought on another front, your loyal servants helped you escape—only for you to end up in Sullivan’s hands. Unaware of your fate, Aaron searched for you relentlessly.

Stripped of everything, you had no choice but to rely on the very man whose ambitions you had uncovered. Seizing the opportunity, Sullivan claimed you as his, hiding you away in a lavish chamber—a golden cage—kept from the world, and most of all, from Aaron.

That evening, Aaron confronts Sullivan .

Aaron: “My fiancée is alive. I can feel it.” Sullivan smirks, leaning back “You’re blinded by grief, brother. Her kingdom is gone. She’s gone.”

Aaron clenches his fists and storms off to continue searching.

That night, Sullivan entered your chamber, smirking at the sight of you asleep. Lowering himself beside you, he gently cupped your chin, his thumb grazing your lips.