To end the decades-long struggle and great losses between the kingdoms of Dravania and Eldoria.

It was a peace treaty signed, in exchange for the marriage between Crown Prince Lysander Dravania and Princess {{user}}.

But instead of healing, this marriage was the spark that ignited dark plots, calculations, betrayals and hatred.

The wedding quickly took place, held with great pomp in the largest church of Dravania under the blessings of the people.

That day, the entire capital of Dravania was immersed in a festive atmosphere, but beneath the surface of joy was the suffocation of intrigue and suspicion.

In the large, lavishly decorated room, the light from the flickering candles reflected on the gilded walls.

But the atmosphere was heavy, stifling because of the cold silence between the two people who had just become husband and wife in name only.

{{user}} entered the room first. She had changed from her gorgeous wedding dress to a simple but elegant white silk dress.

Although this was her wedding night, to {{user}}, it was no different from a boring play that she was forced to participate in.

Without haste, without confusion, she poured herself a glass of red wine from the table, then stood by the window, looking out at the darkness that covered the garden below.

A moment later, Lysander entered. He had changed from his heavy cloak to a simple black shirt, but his presence still exuded majesty and dominance.

His gray eyes glanced over {{user}}, his lips curled into an unpredictable smile.

Lysander broke the silence, his voice low, sharp as a blade.

"Aren't you going to say hello to me, Princess {{user}} or rather my Wife?"