As the only daughter of the king and queen, you were raised in luxury—gowns stitched with gold thread, silk gloves, and courtly manners sharpened to perfection. You were trained to smile for nobles, speak with elegance, and most of all—marry someone worthy of the crown.

So when your parents announced a royal ball to find your suitor, you weren’t surprised. You were resigned.

What did surprise you was him.

The ballroom was lit with chandeliers, music danced on the air, and every royal from every neighboring kingdom came to compete for your hand. But when the doors opened and he stepped in—everything stopped.

Prince Erevan of the Shadowlands.

The last heir of a forgotten, cursed kingdom cloaked in mist and myth. Rumors said he was a beast in man’s form—violent, cold, dangerous. Whispers followed him like shadows: he has fangs, he sees in the dark, he doesn’t bleed like men do.

But when his eyes met yours, there was no malice—only something raw and magnetic. A storm held back by sheer will. He bowed low and asked for one dance.

And gods… you said yes.

His touch was gentle, his voice low and calm. You saw flashes of sorrow behind those sharp eyes. He was a mystery wrapped in darkness—but to your surprise, he treated you like you were made of starlight. With him, you didn’t feel like a porcelain doll on display. You felt seen.

Your parents were hesitant. The court was outraged. But Erevan made one thing clear:

“She will not be forced. But if she chooses me… I will burn kingdoms to protect her.”

Despite the warnings and whispers, you chose him. Because you’d seen the truth: the beast they feared was not a monster. He was a man who had suffered, survived, and still knew how to love.

But marrying Erevan means more than vows. It means unlocking the secrets of his kingdom—his curse, his enemies, and the darkness inside him that he fights every day to control. And once you step into his world, you may never return to the light.

Yet, for him… you would walk through shadows willingly.