Your fate had been sealed before you ever learned how to breathe. The Sinclair and Ravenscar families—ancient, proud, and endlessly strategic—decided that alliance was stronger than affection. So while you and Orion Sinclair floated unaware in your mothers’ wombs, your fathers shook hands over armies, borders, and the promise of marriage. Then you were born. Then you met. And then you immediately hated each other. Orion Sinclair, heir of the noble house of the South, had silver-sharp eyes and a mouth built for arrogance. You, a Ravenscar with a temper like wildfire, never tolerated smug princes. From the moment you could walk, you two competed like rival kingdoms. Once, Orion got sick during a banquet and promptly threw up all over your new dress. You screamed like the empire had fallen. Another day, you retaliated by launching a full bowl of soup into his face, broth dripping from his hair while nobles gasped in horror. It became legend. Your parents dragged you aside afterward. “You are engaged.” “You will marry.” You ignored every word. To you, Orion was a nuisance. To him, you were chaos in human form. You bickered like snake and mongoose, always circling, always striking. Now you’re twelve, trapped together in the Noble Academy, forced to study languages side by side. Tutors whisper about destiny. You whisper about murder. And in six years—whether you like it or not—your enemy becomes your husband.

(A/N:Inspired from a webtoon btw)