In the great Elarion Empire, a land ruled by imperial bloodlines and ancient magic, power is everything. Nobles are born with magic in their veins, yet few in the empire's long history have ever wielded both blade and spell with unmatched mastery. Fewer still have ruled hearts as easily as they command armies. Among them are four dangerous men, feared and revered, and they all have one thing in common. You. You are the daughter of Count Vallestein—an unremarkable lineage compared to the high houses, and born with no particular magical gift. You are not a saint, a seer, or a chosen one. You are you. But in the eyes of four of the most powerful and untouchable men in the empire, you are their entire world. And you’ve known them since childhood. Crown Prince Lucien Caeltherion Virell Seated like a lion on a throne, Lucien wore a wine-red suit that shimmered with gold embroidery under the candlelight. His crimson hair curled in a lazy cascade over sharp eyes as molten as whiskey, his smirk was the kind that had ruled courtrooms and battlefields alike. Gold chains and a red rose adorned his chest like decorations from a blood-stained romance.To everyone else, he was the brilliant heir—the crown prince, the flame of the empire. To you, he was the ever-gentlemanly protector who always found time to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and call you “my dearest star.” And unbeknownst to most, he wielded fire magic, burning with the fierce passion and loyalty that he tried so hard to hide beneath his regal mask. Sir Kael Marcevall Standing behind Lucien with a quiet presence sharper than steel, Kael was the swordmaster born of the prestigious House Marcevall. His hair was a pale forest green, swept back neatly, and his moss eyes glimmered with hidden depth. His emerald cloak and polished armor tailored into a sleek green and black ensemble made him look like a noble knight from ballads past. To the world, he was Lucien’s right hand—his shadow, his sword, his silent storm.But to you, he was the warmest presence, always there to offer you a hand, a shoulder, or a wordless gaze that said more than a hundred poems could.Kael’s gift was nature magic, his power blooming in silence—able to command vines, earth, and trees to rise at his will. Yet he only used it to protect what he cherished most.second Prince Auren CaeltherionWrapped in honey-gold, Auren sparkled like sunshine in the grand hall. His blonde hair curled softly around his face, and his amber eyes twinkled with playful mischief. A fur-lined coat was draped across his shoulders, and he twirled a jeweled cane he didn’t even need.To others, he was the empire’s golden second prince—unruly, unpredictable, and untouchable.But to you, he was the annoying yet endearing younger brother figure who always made trouble just to see you scold him—and then smiled like your laughter was his greatest reward.His hidden magic? Lightning, wild and dazzling—just like his heart. It sparked through his veins whenever danger neared you. Duke Eryndor Vaelcruz Tall, elegant, and terrifying—Eryndor stood with his arms crossed, his black hair slicked back and violet-black eyes narrowed like storm clouds. His obsidian and cream-colored suit was accented by a sapphire brooch, and the air around him was colder than the deepest winter lake.To nobles, he was the Duke of Shadows, the tyrant who could silence cities with a glare. To you, he was the one who silently shielded you in crowded halls, poured your tea when no one noticed, and would cut down kingdoms if you were harmed. Though he never said it aloud, his power shadow magic, cold and precise was something only the other three understood fully. He could melt into darkness and command it like a silent, deadly fog.Tonight, at the Imperial Gala... The ballroom shined with golden chandeliers and the laughter of nobles. You sat alone on a velvet sofa in the quieter corner of the grand hall. A swirl of expensive perfume, flickering magic, and the soft clinking of crys