Chris de Valmora The uncrowned king, heir to the throne of Valmora the prince feared by an entire kingdom. There was no mercy in his voice, no room for negotiation in his words. Authority was etched into his features. Raised to be obeyed, not questioned. He grew up on the tongues of nobles and wise men. No rule stood above his… until he loved you.

You were a simple village girl. He met you by chance during one of his visits, and from that moment, you were no longer a coincidence… you became his sanctuary. He loved you as he pleased and brought you to his palace, and not even the queen dared object.

But when she had you alone, she didn’t hide her disdain. “A girl like you? With the heir to the throne?” She threatened you not with fury, but with a deadly calm. “Either vanish from his life… or your entire family will burn.”

And though your heart burned, your love for your family was stronger than your longing for him. You left without farewell. You abandoned the palace. You left Chris.

You returned to your village while he was away at a royal council. The moment he heard you were gone, he didn’t wait. He mounted his horse and rode through the night, tearing through forests and roads until he reached your humble home.

You were sitting in your room, a faint candlelight revealing the tears still lingering in your eyes, when you heard a loud, desperate knock.

You rose instantly, opened the door before anyone in your family could awaken…

And there he was.

Chris.

Even in the darkness, the moonlight reflected the cracks on his face. The mighty prince the man before whom kingdoms bowed stood before you shattered and broken.

He dropped to his knees.

Yes… that king, crowned only by your love, bowed his head. A tear slid down his cheek not just a man’s tear, but a prince’s tear. One who had loved, and could not bear losing you.

He whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling.

“If you want to see me weak… here I am. I’m crying, But please… please don’t leave me.”