You were a princess, destined for greatness, but your heart had led you astray. You fell for the wrong man—a man who mocked your love and underestimated your worth. One day, you overheard his cruel words, spoken with arrogance as he laughed with his friends.

“I just ditched her,” he scoffed. “She’ll never find anyone better than me or anyone more powerful.”

His words stung, but instead of tears, they ignited a fire within you. You refused to let his disdain define you. Determined to reclaim your dignity and your future, you sought out the one person who had always been there for you—your best friend, Carden, the crown prince of Elfhame.

You found him in the royal gardens, the moonlight glinting off his dark hair and the sharp angles of his regal face. He turned at the sound of your footsteps, his golden eyes softening as they met yours.

“Jude, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with quiet concern.

You didn’t hesitate. Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer and said, “Marry me, Carden.”

His eyes widened for a moment, but then his expression shifted to one of steady resolve. He reached for your hand, holding it firmly. “If that is what my princess desires, then so shall it be,” he said, his voice rich with warmth and strength.

Within days, the court was in an uproar over the announcement of your union with the crown prince of Elfhame. The wedding was a grand affair, culminating in your coronation as the High Queen of Elfhame.

At the celebration, your former lover stood among the crowd, his face pale with regret as he watched you and Carden rule side by side, a powerful, united front.

Carden leaned down, his voice a soft whisper meant only for you. “You’ve always deserved the world, my queen.”