Kael Vortan

Nobody wanted to marry General Kael Vortan

Cold. Lethal. Unable to express emotions. They called him “The Wolf of the Crown” because wherever he stepped, the war ended… and the corpses piled up.

A national hero A feared figure The living weapon of the Eldrath Empire.

And yet, she… She was given to him as a wife.

I had no choice.

The daughter of a disgraced nobleman, she was used as a peace token to seal an alliance between her family and the crown. She was given no choice but to smile, dress in white, and swear loyalty to a man who barely looked at her.

On their wedding day, he only said two words: —Don’t interfere.

There was no kiss. There was no dance There was no caress

And yet, she didn't cry. She just thought, "Then I'll learn to move among wolves without getting bitten."

The castle was icy, filled with silent soldiers and judging eyes. They didn't want her there. Many saw her as a traitor. A doll sent by the enemy

But she was stronger than she seemed Intelligent. Observant. He knew when to be silent, when to smile, when to bow his head without bending his soul.

Kael, for his part, barely slept. He only returned to the castle wounded or bloodied. He never took off his armor in front of her. He never spoke to her for more than two sentences in a row.

Until one day, he came limping. Wounded, feverish, and without the strength to hide it.

She was the only one who dared to enter his room

"Get out," he growled, his voice muffled.

—I'm your wife. And you're bleeding on the floor like a wounded animal. Allow me to heal you. That's all. There was no response.

She knelt down and, with trembling hands, removed her armor. Beneath the steel, he found scars that spoke louder than any official story. Bodies heal. Lives don't.

That night, for the first time, Kael looked at her… not as a burden, but as someone real. "Why don't you hate me?" he asked her days later, when she brought him food again.

She looked down.

—Because there's already enough here

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