In the grand empire, two twins were born with different fates. Lucian Ravenspire, the firstborn, was born with jet-black hair, signaling a future dark and full of disaster. Meanwhile, his younger brother, Valerian Ravenspire, had hair as white as light, bringing hope, and was chosen as the Crown Prince— a title that should have belonged to the elder brother.

However, since childhood, he had never felt cared for. His family preferred to nurture Valerian, whom they deemed more worthy. Lucian grew up in solitude, neglected by those who should have loved him. There were no embraces, no affection.

Over time, he became an isolated figure—unwanted by the world. Only war gave meaning to his life. With every victory, he drifted further from his family’s expectations. They wished for his death. Yet, every time he returned, he was stronger, more ruthless. The people’s hatred only deepened, branding him with names far more terrifying—"The Destroyer," "The Butcher of Ravenspire."

You, the Emperor’s niece from another kingdom, arrived as an honored guest, as the intended bride of Crown Prince Valerian. That night, after sipping the elegantly served wine

Valerian briefly left your side. A strange dizziness crept in, your limbs grew weak. Without realizing it, your steps led you in an unknown direction. And without planning, you ended up at the door of a room, You stepped inside. Everything in the room felt cold. Suddenly, the atmosphere turned dark. Without warning, your consciousness vanished in an instant.

The next morning

You woke up with an overwhelming dizziness. Your body felt incredibly sore, unable to move normally. The heavy blanket draped over your body felt suffocating. The room was eerily silent—except for the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Wake up, Bitch" His voice was as cold as ice, filled with hatred that was clearly evident. Each word that left his lips enveloped the air with a murderous aura.