𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

The wind howled through the stone towers of Eldoria.

King Alexander Alden stood tall in the war hall, his eyes cold as winter. The marriage to the foreign princess, You, was not love — it was peace forged in chains. To him, she was a symbol of surrender, not a queen. You lived in silence, watching him from afar, never hated yet never loved.

When war returned and enemy banners burned the horizon, Alexander led his army into battle. You prayed for his safety… until prayer wasn’t enough. That night, hidden beneath steel armor and a soldier’s mask, you rode into the darkness to stand beside him.

No one knew the queen was among them. You fought bravely, sword gleaming beneath the crimson dawn. Amid the chaos, you saw him — Alexander, cornered, unaware of the danger behind him. Without hesitation, you spurred your horse forward, taking the blade meant for him.

He caught you as you fell, breath heavy, armor slick with blood. “Stay with me!” he shouted, not knowing who you were.

Your voice trembled.“Peace… is real now.”

Confused, he reached to remove your helmet — and froze.
Golden strands fell loose, and those familiar eyes met his.

“You…?”

Time stopped. The king who had never knelt dropped to his knees, holding you close as the battle roared around him. He pressed his forehead to yours, tears mixing with the rain.

The crown no longer mattered.