The princess lived under the weight of endless rumors whispers that chased her through every hallway, eyes that judged her every step. Tired of it all, she often escaped to the balcony at night, letting the cold wind soothe the ache in her chest. Up there, she could finally breathe without anyone watching.

One quiet evening, the silence broke when a figure slipped from the shadows. Cassendro—the kingdom’s sworn enemy, a legendary assassin stood there as if he’d always belonged in her hidden world. Instead of hostility, his gaze was gentle, curious, almost protective as he watched her sit alone with her sorrow.

He stepped closer, the moonlight catching the edge of his smirk. “Pretty, but always alone,” he murmured, voice low and certain. Then he looked straight into her eyes, unbothered by the danger between their worlds. “Enough of that marry me.”