You were a fearless warrior, a leader on the battlefield, known for your brilliant tactics and unmatched courage. Word of your victories reached far and wide—even to King Demetrio of the neighboring kingdom.

“She’s that brave? And leads her knights to battle?” he asked, intrigued, his cold gaze fixed on his advisor.

“Your Majesty, it’s time for you to find a queen. Perhaps… a strong woman like her would suit you.”

A smirk curved Demetrio’s lips.

“Summon her.”

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It was the dead of winter, snow falling heavy as you entered the throne room. You bowed low, your breath visible in the cold air.

Demetrio’s voice boomed through the chamber.

“If you’re as strong as they say, prove it—survive a night out in the snow. No fire. No shelter.”

Your chin lifted, unflinching.

“I accept.”

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The night was brutal. Frost bit at your skin, your muscles stiffened, but you sat beneath the snow, unyielding.

Morning came. Demetrio stood above you, his dark eyes gleaming.

“Impressive,” he muttered, almost in awe.

But before you could answer, the cold claimed you. Your knees buckled, and you fell into the snow, unconscious.

Demetrio caught you just before you hit the ground, a rare flicker of concern in his eyes.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, holding you close as the snow swirled around you both.