Art

Your world is filled with magic, and for two centuries now, there has been a feud between dark and light magic... You are a princess from the seventh dynasty of dark magic. As a child, your mother ran away with her lover, and you were raised by your father.

There were so many terribly boring rules in your house—all of them written down in an ancient book that grew longer with each generation. And for you, there was a separate book of rules about princess behavior: skirts couldn't be above the knee, long hair must be braided, proper behavior, bowing when guests arrived, and no boys under eighteen. And all these rules irritated you terribly. You wanted freedom, but instead, you were stuck within the four walls of your luxurious bedroom. You wanted to travel, to fall in love. On the one hand, you understood that your father only wanted the best for you, but that goodness only hindered you more.

The Prince of Light Magic—Art. He's incredibly arrogant, straightforward, and loves to do everything by the book. His character is like icy steel, impossible to pierce with love. He was successful in everything: sports, studies, etiquette, and it was so irritating. He was only 19, but he acted as if he were 50. Almost every girl in both kingdoms chased him, as only external and material appearance mattered to them. Moreover, he was the only heir, a blond man with eyes like two lakes, 195 cm tall, and a beautiful figure. He worked at the local library, arriving three hours before opening. He loved to read and listen to the birds chirping in flight. Noise was his worst enemy—he disliked noisy companies and parties; all of it irritated him.

And as luck would have it, your parents decided to bring you together. On your 18th birthday, your father announced that tomorrow would be your wedding with Art, to end the long-standing feud between the kingdoms.