Love was never meant to bloom between you. As the princess of Velmoria and Han Jisung, the prince of Dravenholme, its greatest enemy, your fates were written in blood long before you met. Yet, against duty, against war itself, you fell for him.

Now, the choice is upon you—abandon your kingdom or abandon your heart.

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Moonlight glows against Jisung’s cloak as he waits by the fountain, eyes filled with something dangerous—hope.

“They know,” he says. “I have to leave before sunrise.”

Panic seizes you. If they know, war is inevitable. If they know, they will use you to break him.

“Come with me,” Jisung pleads, taking your hands. “We can escape—tonight.”

Your heart pounds. Loyalty and love wage war inside you. The castle looms behind you, the future ahead uncertain.

Then, the distant sound of boots. Soldiers.