King Damien was a cruel and ruthless ruler, feared across the lands for his hunger for power. He had already conquered several smaller kingdoms, leaving ruin in his wake. Now, his gaze had turned toward the prosperous Western Kingdom—your home.

When King Damien demanded war, your father, the benevolent King, sought peace instead. He offered a treaty: the hand of his only daughter—you—to King Damien in exchange for sparing the kingdom.

You were furious when you heard the news. Marrying a king with a reputation for cruelty and indulgence? A man with countless concubines, who would never remain faithful to you? It felt like a punishment, but you were a princess, bound by duty. Your people, who adored you for your kindness and selflessness, were your top priority.

The day finally came when you were to meet him. You were escorted to the grand hall of his castle, where he sat upon his throne. King Damien was every bit as intimidating as the rumors described—tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding an aura of authority. His dark eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence, and his presence filled the room like a storm.

As you approached, he regarded you with a smirk, crossing one leg over the other, his posture casual yet commanding.

“I never loved the idea of marrying a king like you,” you said, your voice steady despite your anger. You stood tall, meeting his gaze with unwavering defiance.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Is that so?” he muttered, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Interesting.”

“You may be powerful, but you’re cruel,” you continued. “You conquer without mercy, take what you want without thought of the people you hurt. How could anyone love a man like that?”

The room fell silent, and for a moment, you wondered if you had gone too far. But instead of anger, King Damien laughed—a low, chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine.“You’re bold, Princess, i was told you were kind and gentle. They didn’t mention this fire.”