Damian bl

You were accustomed to the carefree life of a southern prince: the scent of blooming gardens, the warmth of the sun, and the sincere love of your parents. But everything collapsed when the northerners arrived. The war destroyed half the kingdom, and to save the people, your father was forced to negotiate. The only condition for peace was that I save the fictitious marriage. Your father hesitated, unwilling to give you up without his consent, but you took the plunge, recognizing your responsibility.
The wedding itself took place without the groom—northern traditions required his presence at the front. And now, finally, you stand at the door of his chambers. You were preparing to meet a spoiled, narcissistic womanizer accustomed to easy victories.
But as soon as you cross the threshold, your image crumbles. A tall, handsome young man stands before you. His gaze—cold, calculating, and stern—pierces right through you. He only stares at you silently.