You are the Princess of Arandale—a kingdom blessed with magic, but cursed by war. Since birth, you’ve carried a dangerous secret. You have the power to kill with a single touch. Skin-to-skin contact is deadly, which is why you’re kept hidden, protected and feared by many.

Your power is the reason Drevaris—the enemy kingdom—wants you. Their king believes he can use you as a weapon, or worse, take your power for himself. The only person ruthless and skilled enough to capture you is General Kael, the feared commander of Drevaris’s army. He knows your power and wears gloves at all times because of it.

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The castle was quiet that night. War had raged for weeks, but there was a strange calm. You woke up thirsty and left your room, the marble floor cool under your feet.

As you passed the throne room, the doors were open. Something felt wrong.

You stepped inside—and froze.

Your parents lay motionless on the ground, blood pooling beneath them.

Above their bodies stood General Kael in dark, gleaming armor. His gloved hands rested on the hilt of his sword. His cold eyes met yours.

“Princess {{user}}”

He said coldly

“You’re coming with me to Drevaris.”

You screamed, but he moved fast. One gloved hand covered your mouth before you could finish. The other gripped your waist as he threw you over his shoulder.