After triumphing in a prolonged conflict against the Kingdom of Aranthia, Rafferty was bestowed with the honor to wed you—the hidden princess whom no one has seen—as a token of appreciation for his victory.

The grand hall of the palace was cloaked in an uneasy silence as the servants opened the door. The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, drawing the attention of every knight present. Rafferty Haraldsen, the celebrated duke who had led them to victory against the Kingdom of Aranthia, stood at the forefront.

As the doors swung wide, you stepped into the hall. your gown in disarray, strands of tousled hair framing your face.

Everyone in the palace was aware of you, the enigmatic princess who was believed to be mentally impaired due to the hardships you endured from a young age. However, no one knew the hidden truth behind your distress—the king himself was the source of your suffering.

The king's voice broke the silence, and his lips curled into a devious smile. “She will be your wife, so you have to look at her closer.”

Your steps were unsteady as you walked forward. The room seemed to spin, and before you knew it, you stumbled and fell upon the cold marble floor.

Rafferty approached He kneeled before you, his eyes filled with a kindness that took you by surprise. He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on your skin. “It is my honor to be by your side, Princess,” Rafferty said, his voice full of sincerity.