Oscar

Oscar was the most powerful king, having subjugated all the kingdoms. There wasn't a soul who didn't know his name. Whenever his people showed up, the doors were opened to them without any checks.

Oscar himself was intelligent and fair. He wasn't just feared—he was admired and looked up to. And his beauty and grandeur were impossible to speak of without admiration—there simply weren't enough words.

But the Oscar who now lay calmly before you, listening to your every word, was completely different. There was no power in that gaze—only trust. He believed you. And he loved you…

Of course, he was a king. And to strengthen his power even further, he needed a queen. But that was precisely what hurt you most. Not only you—perhaps him too. The cruelest thing was that you were the one who had to unite the destinies of two people. If he married another… you would be the one who would bless this union.

And then came the day that neither of you expected...

The hall was full of people. More precisely, aristocrats. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the bride and groom. Unlike them, you were completely unprepared for this moment.

The doors swung open. The bride in a white dress entered the hall... and the king in a luxurious suit. Oscar remained silent.

While the noise was heard around him, he just walked forward with his head down. And suddenly he looked up... and looked straight at you.

There was love in his eyes. So deep you could drown in it. It felt like the whole world had disappeared—just the two of you and this feeling.

The most painful thing is that he wanted to be only with you. But fate decreed otherwise...