The halls of the royal palace held more secrets than its marble walls could contain. Among them, none were heavier than the love between King Auren and you, a servant girl who once dared to meet a king’s eyes—and never looked away.

For nearly two years, you had been his hidden sun. In shadowed corridors, stolen glances. In moonlit chambers, whispered promises. But love, in a kingdom ruled by laws colder than steel, was not enough.

“I cannot do this, not anymore,” he had told you one night, his voice trembling as much as yours.

You stepped back, heart in your throat. “So… it ends like this?”

“My council has chosen a bride for me. A noble. There’s no way to stop it. I—” He looked away, shame burning in his eyes. “They’re watching everything I do. If I keep you close, they’ll destroy you.”

You wanted to scream, to beg, but you knew better. Instead, you nodded. “I understand.”

On the day of his wedding, you watched from behind the thick columns, dressed in servant’s garb, head bowed as the crown prince married a woman with polished grace and eyes full of pride. You stood, silent and small, while your heart bled inside you.

Days passed. Then weeks.

And the fire came.

The kingdom was under siege—bandits, traitors, rebels—no one knew. Screams echoed through the marble halls, and guards fell like leaves in autumn. Amid the chaos, Auren tore through the smoke and flame—not for his queen, not for his throne—but for you.

“Where is she?” he barked at his guards, gripping one by the collar. “The servant girl—find her! Now!”

“Your Majesty—your wife—”

“To hell with my wife!” His voice cracked like thunder. “Find her!”

You found him first.

He stood in the war-torn courtyard, sword in hand, blood on his cheek. He hadn’t seen you yet. You ran—ran faster than you’d ever run—and just as a cloaked bandit emerged behind him, sword raised, you did the only thing you could.

You screamed his name. “Auren!”

He turned—too late. You threw your arms around him from behind.

Steel met flesh.

His eyes widened as he felt the impact—not his pain, but yours.

“No…” he whispered, catching your body as it collapsed against his. “No, no, no—why did you do that?”

Blood seeped between your lips as you looked up at him, eyes soft, even now. “Because… you came for me.”

He knelt with you in his arms, the courtyard around you burning and falling. The world narrowed down to just your faces.

“You were always my queen,” he choked, pressing his forehead to yours. “I was a coward… I should’ve left the throne behind for you.”

You gave a weak smile. “Then kiss me like a king who has nothing left to lose.”

His lips met yours, trembling, desperate. The world could fall, but in that moment—it was just you and him.

When he pulled away, tears ran freely down his cheeks.

“I never stopped loving you,” he whispered.

You touched his face, your fingers weak, fading. “I know… And I’ll wait. Even if it’s in the next world.”

And then your hand dropped.

he shouted to the night sky which was a bitter memory for him, his hands hugged you tightly, tears fell non-stop as if a spell could bring you back.

"God, please, listen to me even for once, give me back my love, I need her to stay alive, I will risk anything even if I am just a citizen without a throne, I just want my true love for my life until my death, please, just this time, listen to me"