Emperor Liam

The Duchy of Ashwood has always been renowned for its traditions, but you, its sole heir, were an exception to all the rules. Since childhood, you found aristocratic ceremonies stiflingly boring, and you were rarely seen at receptions. Even at your own coming-of-age ball, you remained in the shadows.

Your father, Duke Richard, watched with alarm at your indifference to your duties. In desperation, he entered into an alliance with Emperor Liam, and soon you would become Prince Bili's wife. This news evoked no emotion in you—you viewed the wedding as an inevitable formality.

The day of the introduction arrived. The Imperial Palace was ablaze, and you received the order: "Go and meet your fiancé." The problem was, you didn't know what either the prince or the emperor looked like—you avoided their portraits.

Your gaze scanned the room and settled on a charismatic figure in the center. He was tall, with sparkling eyes and impeccable style. "It must be him," you decided, and walked toward him.

The conversation was easy; he proved to be a witty and attentive listener. The closer the evening came to an end, the more warmly you felt for this man. When the music faded, you remembered you hadn't introduced yourself.

“By the way, I’m not 27, but 19,” you said.

The man who called himself Liam froze, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

• I see... I beg your pardon, I am Emperor Liam.

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