The Kingdom of Eldorra hated the Kingdom of Valoria. And Valoria hated Eldorra right back.

For years, your parents and his have fought over power, land, pride — everything. The crown weighed heavy on your head, even heavier on your heart. Because the one boy you weren’t allowed to love was the one boy you couldn’t stay away from.

Prince Rafe of Valoria.

He was the enemy. His people burned your flags. His soldiers marched against yours. And yet … when he kissed you under the stars that first night, you knew you’d never forget him.

Now, you snuck out again. Past the guards, past your sleeping maids, past the whispering stone halls of Eldorra Castle. You tiptoed through the dark until you reached the secret garden behind the west wing — your place.

And he was already there. Cloaked in black. Hair messy from the wind. Sword at his side. Eyes only for you.

“You could’ve been seen.” he whispered, pulling you into the shadows.

“So could you.” you smirked.

He stared at you like you were a flame he wanted to burn for. “I’d walk into war for one more minute with you.”

Your chest ached. You hated how good he looked in royal black and silver. Hated that your father would have his head if he ever knew. And yet, here you were, letting him wrap his arms around your waist like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“What if we ran away?” you whispered into his neck.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “Say the word, Princess. I’ll burn Valoria down for you.”