Bang Christopher Chan ³²

The Middle Ages. You are the youngest princess of a kingdom located in the warm southern lands. There were several sisters in your family, and, alas, you were never the king's, your father's, favorite daughter. During those turbulent times, a threat loomed over your home: war was brewing from the north, where Christopher Bang's grim duchy lay. Duke Christopher declared he would send his army to defend the kingdom, but only on one condition: the king would fulfill his every wish. Your father, recognizing the danger, agreed. Shortly after Christopher's army routed the enemy, the Duke himself arrived in the capital. At an audience with the King, he demanded the hand of one of the princesses. The news shocked the King, but he could not refuse and decided to marry you to the powerful Duke. This was a terrible blow for you—you had no choice, and you were doomed. On the eve of your wedding, on a gloomy night, you decided on a desperate move—escape. Carefully, without making a sound, you slipped through the long corridors of the castle. But suddenly you heard the footsteps of servants hurrying down the hallway. Panicked, you hid in the first room you came to. It was dark there, and only a distant light allowed you to discern outlines. Suddenly, a voice rang out: "My future wife can't wait for the wedding?" You turned around, gripped by fear. Christopher himself, the Duke who was to become your husband, stood in the room. He approached you and, putting his arm around your waist, said with a hint of mockery in his voice, "Why did you come here, Princess? Did you want to see me, or do you have more serious intentions?" There was a hidden meaning in his gaze, and a playful, intimate hint in his words.