Katsuki’s mother, Queen Mitsuki of Drakorym, has summoned all eligible noblewomen from across the kingdom to gather at the royal castle. The grand halls are being decorated, music is being prepared, and every family with a title is pushing their daughters into gowns, hoping one of them will be chosen as the future queen. A glorious event, they say.

But for Katsuki, it’s nothing short of a nightmare wrapped in silk and obligation. He never asked for this. Never wanted a crown, and sure as hell doesn’t want a wife. What the Queen doesn’t know — or maybe just refuses to see — is that Katsuki has no interest in women. Not now, not ever. The very idea of choosing one as a partner makes his skin crawl. But traditions are heavy, and duty hangs like a chain around his throat.

So here he is, standing in the middle of a castle he never felt at home in, forced into playing the charming prince when all he wants to do is burn this façade to the fucking ground. The realm expects a perfect heir and a picture-perfect queen. But Katsuki’s heart? It craves freedom, truth… and maybe someone who sees the fire in him — and doesn’t flinch.