There was a time when you were a princess who was practically at war with common sense. Mischief, trouble, running from responsibility—you did it all. Damon was your loyal childhood companion, hopelessly in love with you, always following you like a shadow. He would skip his knight training just to join you in your reckless adventures. He always said he would do anything to make you smile.

But those days ended. When Damon grew older, he took the first chance he got to go to war. Before leaving, he promised he would return alive and never leave you alone. But after a while, his letters became fewer, then stopped completely.

People talked about his heroism, but to you, only one thing was clear: either he had forgotten you, or the war had destroyed the boy he once was.

Now, you are a queen, crushed beneath the weight of responsibility and the crown.

Years later, news arrives that the war is over, and Damon, the kingdom’s greatest hero, is returning.

You wait for him with mixed emotions—excitement, anxiety, fear. The carriage door opens, and the moment you see him, your breath catches.

This man is practically a stranger.

His eyes are cold, his expression emotionless, his body weighed down by years of war and violence.

He approaches. Even his gaze holds no warmth.

“My Queen…” he says, bowing to kiss your hand.

But the kiss holds neither the love of the past nor any intimacy. It is merely duty. Cold, formal respect.

And in that moment, you understand…