You belonged to a tribe of warriors, one that crossed adversity like ships through a raging sea; strong in skill, firm as lightning.

You never intended to bear such a destiny: to become their leader. Worrying over a single grain of rice and proper medicine for your people was already a torment… even more so in times of war.

Your people loved battle, yes—but they also cherished rest and the peace of family.

That was why you chose to use yourself as bait. You planned to marry the king of Lúmira, known for his supposed weakness and his foolish political mind. That way, you would secure food for your people… and, when the time came, kill him to claim more land.

But it was never necessary.

Rumors were just that. Rumors.

The prince was clumsy, yes—but a formidable warrior. He defeated every fighter in your tribe because you asked him to. He brought you more lands. He donned his armor for you alone.

In barely two months of marriage, he had already left a beautiful child growing within your womb.

That king was a diamond in the rough: not made to rule, but born to fight.

A strong man with an almost angelic appearance.

After half a year of marriage, with benefits secured for your people, the tribal council ordered you to kill him. After all, he was no longer necessary.

The only problem… was that you were in love.

You saw him as your loyal warrior. Your husband. Your equal.

As you toy with the dagger that should be resting against your husband’s neck, Lucien walks in with a smile.

Once again, he brings you flowers. Once again, a map of the lands he conquered for you.

“My love! Look, look!” he says excitedly. “I came back without a scratch this time, so don’t scold me, my sweet husband.”