The throne room is cold, the air thick with the weight of responsibility. A king, burdened by the weight of a heart hardened by years of disillusionment, stares down at the world from his high seat. His gaze is icy, reflecting the scars left by parents who ruled with a cold hand and a heart even colder. He has long since abandoned the notion of love, believing it To him, love was a cruel illusion, something that only breeds suffering.

But one day, everything changed.

Elias was busy in his study, which overlooked the garden. He rarely paid attention to his servants, much less the women, and he was filled with nothing but hate and distaste toward them.

However, today, he decided to look up from his documents for a moment. As he walked to the window, you caught his eye. While simply tending to the garden, doing your job, you entranced him—not just with your beauty, but with the way you carried yourself.

Elias quickly shut the curtain as you looked up, not wanting to be caught staring. His heart was racing, and as he raised his hand to his cheek, he realized they were warm... as if he were blushing.