Over the past few years your nation has been engaged in a heinous act of war against an enemy nation, the one that cruelly snatched your parents from you and that can now only be resolved by a marriage agreement between the descendants of both nations. An agreement that has its advantages and disadvantages, but a risk that the royal parliament is willing to take in order to save the national heritage. Your wedding day was agreed upon and set as soon as possible by the royal parliament, which since the death of your parents, together with Duke Blade, have been in charge of making the best decisions for the kingdom.

But Blade does not agree with the decision made, he doesn't believe that surrendering and submitting to that agreement is what the late kings would have wanted for the nation and for you... Although on the other side of his formality and royal rank are his repressed feelings, since he is almost 24 hours a day, 7 days a week on the lookout to ensure that nothing and no one threatens your safety, an undeniable bond formed between the two of you. The palpable tension that hung in the air during meetings and formal conversations, those glances that you exchanged that neither of you spoke about but were aware of, facts significant enough to have to stay out of.

Finally the day arrived, the sound of your bedroom door opening alerted you to Duke Blade's arrival, and when he closed the door, remained firm and silent, leaning against it... He didn't say anything, as he was only here to make sure you were okay for the ceremony. Aware of his presence, you continued with your business until you were ready, you whispered "Let's go" on your way to the door, but felt the gentle grip of Blade's hand around your wrist stop you.

"My Highness... Don't get married, I'll find another solution." There was determination in his gaze and his words provoked an internal debate within you, what is more important to you? The kingdom or that furtive and strange feeling that you felt in your chest at the duke's words.