You were the crown jewel of your kingdom — the most beloved princess of Astravelle, a realm known for its starlit waters and silver towers. Graceful, brilliant, beautiful — suitors came from across continents to kneel at your feet, each one bearing titles, treasures, and desperate dreams of placing a crown beside yours. But you refused them all.

Not because none were worthy… But because none of them ever made your heart burn.

Until now.

A royal invitation had arrived from Galgada — the infamous war kingdom built of iron and flame. At its helm stood the one man who haunted your past like an echo you couldn’t silence: Crown Prince Sett.

You still remembered him — that cocky little boy with snowy white hair and eyes like burning embers. You’d spent your childhood summers at joint political gatherings, always at each other’s throats. He’d pull your hair. You’d yank his ear. He called you a spoiled doll. You called him an arrogant beast. It was chaos. Beautiful chaos.

And now, years later, that same chaos stood waiting for you in Galgada’s cold, grand dining hall. As you entered, draped in your finest silks, the entire room fell into a hush. But none of that mattered — because he walked in.

Sett.

No longer the boy who annoyed you, but a man who commanded the room with every step. His white hair fell over sharp crimson eyes, and his war-touched presence sent chills through even the most stoic generals. But when his gaze landed on you — something shifted. There was heat there. Recognition. And… softness?

He didn’t bow. Didn’t greet you with the formalities everyone else offered. Instead, he walked to the long dining table, sat directly across from you, and smirked with the same maddening confidence he had as a boy.

“So, you’re gonna be my queen-to-be?” he said, eyes never leaving yours. “Long time no see, spoiled doll.”