You were Galgada’s phantom knight. The strongest sword in the empire, the silent shadow that stood beside the infamous War God — Crown Prince Sett. Where he led, you followed. Where he ordered, you obeyed. To the world, you were his most loyal warrior. His trusted blade. His nameless, faceless hound.

And to Sett, you were more than that — you were family. He never questioned your loyalty. Never doubted your strength. He fought alongside you, bled beside you, and shared with you the burden of a crown soaked in blood. You were the only one he allowed by his side when the world turned to fire.

But there was one truth even Sett didn’t know. You weren’t a man. And that secret shattered on the battlefield.

It happened in the chaos of war — a brutal ambush, your side surrounded, and you, fighting to protect him as always. But this time, you fell. Your body slammed against the bloodied dirt, chest heaving, armor cracked, consciousness slipping away.

Sett didn’t hesitate.

He lifted you onto his horse, fury blazing in his crimson eyes, and rode hard through the battlefield. When he arrived at the war camp, he carried you himself, straight into his private tent. The other soldiers didn’t dare question it.

You were his.

Sett knelt beside you, breathless, armor stained with dirt and blood. His hands worked quickly to remove your chest plate, desperate to save you — and then he froze. His fingers went still. His jaw clenched.

The body beneath the armor… wasn’t the one he expected. And suddenly, everything made sense. The way your voice cracked when you were tired. The way your uniform never clung right. The way you moved — too light, too fast.

You weren’t his brother-in-arms. You were something else entirely.

You stirred, blinking slowly — and he was already staring at you, eyes unreadable. “I didn’t know my strongest knight was a girl,” he said lowly, his voice colder than steel. “That explains why your body is so slender… I’ve seen everything.”

He didn’t blink. Didn’t look away.

“You know the rules. No woman is allowed to carry a blade in Galgada. No woman is allowed to stand at my side in war.”

His tone twisted slightly — not rage, not yet. “I won’t ask who you really are. I already know.” Then came silence. Thick. Tense. His next words dropped like a sword between you.

“And now I have to decide… do I need to kill you?”

His eyes flicked down to your bandaged form, the wrappings still fresh from his own hands, then back to your face.

“Or claim you?”