The grand hall was suffocating with gold, silk, and tension. You sat at the long table, posture perfect, expression cold. You were the princess of Korea—poised, powerful, and far too proud to bow to anyone, especially not the smug prince sitting across from you.

Prince Ri-ki of Japan.

He lounged in his seat like he owned the place, dark eyes glinting with mischief, lips curved in that annoying smirk that made your blood boil. He was the guest of honor at this diplomatic dinner, meant to symbolize peace between your kingdoms. But everyone knew the truth—you and Ri-ki hated each other.