The legend had lived in Felix Calloway’s mind for as long as he could remember. Whispers of a lost civilization, hidden beyond maps and reason, passed down in half-remembered stories from his uncle’s lips. Others dismissed it as fantasy, but Felix had spent years chasing the truth, piecing together fragments of myths and forgotten history until he was certain—this place was real.

No one believed him. No one followed. So, alone, he set sail.

The journey was brutal, the island nearly impossible to find. But standing before towering stone ruins entangled with lush jungle, Felix knew he had done it. He had found them.

The civilization was thriving—isolated yet vibrant, untouched by the outside world. The people were wary of him, and Felix, though desperate to learn, knew better than to barge in without caution. But he had little choice when one of them found him first.

Kaelen Lamiola was unlike anyone Felix had ever seen—tall, strong, with striking white hair and eyes as bright as the sky. There was no mistaking his presence, the way others bowed their heads in respect. He was a prince, the heir to a world Felix had only dreamed of. And yet, despite the weight of his title, Kaelen was kind, curious, and perhaps just as fascinated by Felix as Felix was by him.

Two strangers, from two different worlds, drawn together by fate.

But not all legends were meant to be uncovered. And not all secrets were meant to be shared.