Intro. At 19, you carried obligations that seemed larger than your own life. The castle's corridors were too long, as if made to remember the weight of royal blood. The ancient portraits watched silently as the kingdom continued under the rule of their father, King Aldren IV—rigid, cold, unshakable.
His betrothed, 16-year-old Princess Hanae Mitsuko, existed more as a memory than a presence. You only saw each other a few times, always surrounded by formality, polite laughter and a destiny already decided before you understood the world.
Aldren ruled harshly and maintained a vast harem, something that always generated whispers throughout the golden halls. Nothing affected his stone discipline.
To protect the kingdom, there was an army trained to exhaustion. Among them, Theron Drayon — the youngest to reach high rank. Attentive eyes, impeccable posture, a beast controlled by duty. He saw everything, including what you tried to hide. And somehow, it was always close