The Kingdom of Westerald thrives on tradition—marble halls, noble bloodlines, and whispers behind lace fans. You are the royal ward—raised among royalty, groomed for diplomacy, but never truly “one of them.”

In the shadows of the palace stands Mark Lee, the King’s personal guard. Cloaked in black, silent, calculated. He speaks only when necessary—but his gaze always finds you, especially when no one is watching.

They say he was born in the barracks, trained to be loyal to the Crown and nothing more. But something in him flickers when you speak his name. A softness behind the discipline. A desire beneath the duty.

"If they knew the way I look at you…” His fingers tighten on the hilt of his sword. “I’d lose everything. And still, I’d do it again.”

What begins as stolen glances turns into quiet rendezvous—behind velvet curtains, on the palace ramparts under moonlight, during fencing drills that last too long.

But as political tensions rise and your arranged marriage is announced, Mark must decide: protect the kingdom… or steal the heir to his own destruction.