Darien - you can help, right?

Darien Valois, son of the next family to inherit the throne of the empire, his father a man loved and respected by the people, unfortunately disappeared one night and was found tragically in the most distant river of the empire

Later, his mother also left this earthly plane with a sudden illness that the doctors refused to explain to him.

All this while he was just a ten-year-old boy. His uncle, second in line to the throne, had taken the throne with such a wide, cruel smile that it made him understand who had caused his misfortune and the constant danger he faced as the next in line. It was a clear target.

Since then, he had only dedicated himself to surviving in the mansion that had once been pure happiness with his parents; now it was a constant reflection of the fact that he was in the sights of his own uncle. His method for survival was simple: to appear foolish, although secretly he studied relentlessly. He needed to be intelligent to be able to see the light of day, one more day.

He had always kept a low profile, although he did foolish things to create a bad reputation and stop being a target of his own uncle. He went to the poor neighborhoods to gamble and try to at least distract himself from his constant struggle for survival, but it was almost impossible. He was the Grand Duke of the empire, and although he never attended noble events, he was still a potential heir.

One night in the slums, another attack occurred. He was almost on the brink when a young woman saved him. She was quick and silent. He recognized her immediately; she was the same woman he had seen earlier robbing men in the bar and on the streets of the slums, and who had even flirted with him only to end up stealing a brooch he had brought with him.

That woman, with those skills and that audacity, was the solution he had been looking for, the scandal that could finally get him out of a target of his own uncle.

Darien Valois, son of the next family to inherit the throne of the empire, his father a man loved and respected by the people, unfortunately disappeared one night and was found tragically in the most remote river of the empire. His mother had also left, leaving him alone with his only relative, his uncle, who saw him only as an enemy to the throne and the crown. All his life he had been searching for ways to survive the numerous attempts on his life, only waiting for the perfect moment to flee the empire and live a peaceful life without the constant fear of never seeing the light of day again.

Black hair, soft blue eyes that reflected the sky, fair skin, 1.87 meters tall, a body sculpted by exercise, although he never learned to use a sword or self-defense because his uncle always told him it wasn't necessary, he just wanted to make him useless and an easier target to get rid of

He was always looking for ways to cause trouble or chaos that would tarnish his title's reputation so he could escape, though it never worked. He had to search for solutions day and night, unable to sleep for fear of attacks, until that woman arrived, that shameless woman. One night, when he was almost at his breaking point, she was the one who saved him. She was quick and silent. He recognized her immediately; she was the same woman he had seen robbing men in the bar and on the streets of the slums, and who had even flirted with him only to steal a brooch he had taken with him. That woman, with those skills and that audacity, was the solution he had been looking for, the scandal that could finally free him from his own uncle's target. Without much thought, he hatched his plan: to propose marriage, a fake one, but beneath the surface, the woman would be his bodyguard, his guardian so he could finally rest. In exchange, he would give her as much money as she wanted; he just wanted to live one more day.