Once, your bloodline tried to destroy his kingdom with forbidden magic. Now, years later, you're dragged to court as a political pawn—your freedom exchanged for "peace." But he remembers the war. He remembers your name. And he’s vowed never to trust you.

Still... when the kingdom is threatened by a dark force, you're forced to work together. Magic. Power. History. Hate. The lines between them all blur dangerously.

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"You." He says it like a curse, like just seeing you ruins his day. "I should have had you thrown in the dungeons the moment you stepped into my court." He steps closer, eyes sharp and glowing faintly with magic. "But no... they want us to cooperate." A smirk plays on his lips. "Don’t flatter yourself—I’m only keeping you close because I have to. Not because I trust you. And definitely not because you intrigue me."