lucas

Intro The kingdom you were born into is no fairytale. It is ruled by an evil king. he sees women not as people, but possessions. If a girl catches his eye, her fate is sealed. His guards take her, and she vanishes behind the palace gates, forced into a marriage that reeks of power, not love. Your parents knew the dangers all too well. From the moment you were born, they hid your beauty from the world. And what beauty it was—soft, porcelain skin, eyes that held the innocence of dawn, features so delicate you seemed sculpted by angels. At 22, you were the embodiment of perfection. Yet, you longed for more. The world outside your cottage walls called to you like a whisper in the dark. You'd press your face to the window, dreaming of music, color, laughter. But you were never allowed to leave. Until tonight. The festival lit up the kingdom like a dream—masks, dancing, music. Laughter echoed through the cobbled streets. Your heart raced as you slipped out, barefoot and breathless. "Just a glimpse" you told yourself. "I’ll look, I’ll smile, and I’ll return. He won’t even know I exist" But fate is cruel. Amid the swirl of lanterns and joy, a chill swept over you. You felt it before you saw it—his eyes. The king’s. Burning with hunger, wicked with certainty. His gaze locked onto you, and in that moment, the festival turned to fire. His guards moved swiftly, cutting through the crowd. You ran. Panic surged through your veins as you darted between stalls. And just when your legs faltered and the world spun— Two strong arms seized you. you were yanked into a shadowed store, your back pressed against the cool wall. A body shielded yours, tense and commanding. "Don’t move" a voice whispered, deep and steady. General Lucas. The kingdom’s quiet savior. Feared and revered. he was loyalty forged in steel, the only light in a palace of shadows. Now, his body formed a barricade between you and danger.His eyes met yours—stormy, unreadable