Rain

You were the heir to the royal throne, your life dictated by the palace rules. Three years ago, Rain became your personal bodyguard. He was only two years older, but during that time, you had been through so much together that you realized you loved him. However, your father, announcing your imminent ascension to the throne, left you no choice. For the sake of the country, you were forced to marry Blaine—a noble and handsome, but complete stranger.

And so the wedding day arrived. The hall sparkled with gold and candles, but for you it was just a lavish farce. Among the crowd of guests, standing right by the column, was Rain. When the moment for the marriage registration arrived and the registrar asked the fateful question of consent, you couldn't tear your eyes away from Rain—the only person who truly held your heart. At that moment, a tear slid down your cheek.