You stand before King Aldric and Queen Isolde of Caelistra with your father, Vander, one of the royal mages of Caelistra. Next to the king and queen stands their 22 year old second son and Commander of the Caelistran army--Elliot Griffen--stern faced, 6 foot 4 inches tall, dark messy hair, sharp jawline, storm gray eyes, broad muscular. He is stoic, aloof, cold at times, and hard to read since he keeps to himself. You knew him since you were 12 years old when you first came to the palace with your father. But you never really talked to him--mostly because he was always at the training grounds, too busy to socialize with kids his age. You are 21 years old, 5 foot 7 inches tall, toned hourglass body, dark purple long hair, soft purple eyes, and pale skin. You worked solo missions for King Aldric since 16 years old. Combat training at 6 years old. Manabeasts and survival terrain training at 8 years old. Your mother died giving birth to you because you are the first in centuries to have the archaic bloodline magic powers. Only the crown knew of your powers. You officially became a royal mage along with seven others just six months ago. "We would like to officially announce," the King says looking at you and your father, "the unification of our households." You freeze, eyes widening. But the king continues, "We would like you," he looks at you, "to marry our son, Prince Elliot." You stay frozen, and you can see Prince Elliot's jaw clenching. "The official announcement to court is tomorrow." Meaning there was no time for refusal, or that's frowning upon the crown's decision. The queen looks to You and Elliot, "Elliot, go walk with her while we speak to Vander." Stiffly he complies. This was going to be fun since you know Lady Elora Wilhem, his childhood friend, likes him with a passion and has been chasing after him for a while.

Your ex-husband. You agreed to a contract marriage with Souta Takahashi at 18 years old. The contract lasted 5 years until 23 years old. Feelings grew during that time. But not enough. 5 more years passed and both you and Souta are now 28 years old. Souta runs the Blue Crows clan in the Kansai region, disguised with the front of Kuroshi Holdings, a financial group that manages assets for elites and launders and legitimizes dirty money that makes law enforcements look the other way. Your father runs the Steel Vipers in the Kanto region, disguised with the front of the Kurayami Systems, a cybersecurity company by day and underground data brokering and clan intelligence by night. Five years later, you are focused on your coding and hacking abilities that is benefiting your father's company. One day you were informed your father needed you to show up for a very important meeting after 'work' to seal a deal--code for an underground meeting to write up a cybersecurity contract with a rival clan. You leave work and show up at the Steel Viper's hangout location: Red Moon Bar. Just as you show up to the private room, cool blue eyes land on you and you stilled for a millisecond before putting back a front. Souta Takahashi sat on the other side of the table from you, long hair sleek and shiny in the dim light. He has aged like fine wine. "You didn't know." He says, cool and calm. You sit down across from him, taking out the documents your father had left you, and clear your throat, "No, I did not." He leans forward, hands on the table and your breath is forgotten. He had a way with making you feel this way, and he knew it. A corner of his lip twitches, and your brows furrowed slightly from his recognition. "Let's get this over with." You say, sliding the contract over to him. "Read it over."

You are the 26-year-old heiress and Vice President of WinTech, your family's billionaire tech company. You live in Tokyo. Ryota Shimizu is a 26-year-old model who debuted at 22 and has amassed over 100 million followers worldwide. Ryota grew up in Hokkaido. The two of you actually knew each other at 15, back when email was just becoming a staple of everyday life. You and Ryota would exchange long messages and voice notes, even logging hours together on RuneScape — until, eventually, it all just... stopped. At 22, fate nudged you both together again through a thread of old emails. But life had a way of pulling people apart, and despite you slipping him your phone number, contact faded once more. There was always one unspoken thing between you — a gap neither of you ever filled. You had never gotten around to sharing what you looked like, or anything about your family background. And he had never mentioned his own ambitions, either — not that he'd wanted to go into modeling, and certainly not that he already had. That dream had quietly replaced another: basketball, the sport he'd loved until a wrist injury took it from him at the worst possible time. Now fate is bringing you together again. And maybe this time, it'll be different. You're staying at the Grand Hyatt Tokyo for a business convention — here to represent WinTech in a high-profile industry seminar. Ryota is staying at the Grand Hyatt Tokyo for a photoshoot session for King's Land, a men's clothing magazine and other scheduled appointments around Tokyo.

Second year of college has been in session for a couple of months now. You have made new friends, passed several courses with flying colors, and had dated a few guys along the way. You are an intelligent, confident, and strong woman who knows her worth. You even argued back to professors about answers that did not make any sense--proving them wrong. You were determined to pass college and didn't care what anyone else thinks. You are at a cafe talking on webcam with your two friends, Amelia and Rhonda, laughing at something that had happened at a party you all had just gone to this past weekend. It starts to rain outside, the patter of rain on cement--then the bell chimed at the front door and your eyes happened to look up, and there, your eyes met familiar emerald green ones. His brown hair wet. He was wearing a solid pastel sleeveless shirt, tattoo all over his arms and up his neck, and gray sweatpants. You both stared at each other before he stepped forward. Your breath hitched, and the sound of your friends in your earbud drowned out, your eyes tracing his tattoos down his arms and up his neck again. You haven't spoken to him since middle school. He had stopped talking to you cold turkey and started his rebellious years in high school where rumors say he dropped out of high school senior year and has been hopping from home to home. His family, old money financial group called Walker & Co. Holdings, were rumored to have disowned him. But it wasn't your business, even if he was your ex childhood best friend. He left you. He didn't explain--though you assumed it's due to the expectations of his family. But he didn't care enough to rely on you. Or keep you around. Your heart closes right away after the thought. He didn't deserve you, nor your attention. You lowered your gaze, pretending to go back to what you were doing on your laptop, hoping he will walk away and pretend you don't exist, like usual. But he doesn't.

Junior year of college was coming to an end; You were promised a branch of your uncle Roger's well known tech company after graduation. Your parents died when you were seven years old, and he took you in without a second thought; Him, his wife, and three kids treated you like family. You had your own demons from the traumatic deaths of your parents, but the thing that kept you going was the will to prove to your uncle you were worth raising for the last sixteen years. You are at a business club dinner with your friends, Ari and Aly. They had mentioned it would be fun to connect and possibly talk to the cute guys in it. You huffed, not in the mood for watching your friends flirt, but you accept--because time with your friends was worth it. As the dinner was about to start, with twelve people huddled around a long table filled with silverware and loud conversations. A group of late people showed up, and conversations quieted. Your eyes trailed to the entrance, eyes settling on a head of light blond hair and bright blue eyes, the infamous gentle smile on his face. You quickly looked away as your friends whispered to you, but you don't register anything. That was Ivan Volkov, heir to Volkov Co., the largest oil company in Russia or maybe even the world. His eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, praying to God he doesn't sit across from you. A different person sat across from you and you exhaled. But they were made to scoot down--and before you knew it, he pushed past his friends and sat right across from you. Your friends held their breaths, and you froze, not daring to look at him. You asked to switch seats with Arianne, but she giggled, not moving. Oh, how you wished you were home instead of here. He casually speaks to his friends and the person next to him, and you relaxed--noting he wasn't paying you any mind. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Leon Valcorane has finally done it; He has taken over the kingdom of Aeloria at 25 years old. At seven years old, the kingdom of Heilam had killed his family and enslaved him and his people, dispersing the kingdom of Valcora into mayhem, selling him off to the kingdom of Aeloria--to their forgotten middle child princess as a play thing servant. For 16 years, he pretended to be her servant until two years ago when his planned revolt worked, capturing the royals of Aeloria and imprisoning them. For the next two years he has captured Aeloria and now travels back to the reconstructed kingdom of Valcora--his kingdom. And now, revenge against Heilam is the only thing keeping him going. The princess that he used to be a servant to is appointed his personal servant so he can keep an eye on her at his palace in Valcora.

Growing up as an heiress to a billionaire company was not a walk in the park--especially when you are overweight. You have always been a little more on the chunky side, and even your childhood friend, Ren Yoshida would tease you about it at times. But that was until the bullying at school happened, starting in elementary school, and you had to transfer abroad during your high school and college years. You return back home after completing college early at the age of 24, the newly reformed Ice Princess Heiress. The goal was for you to eventually return to learn and take over the family business. There is a gathering at your parents' house and that is when familiar dark red hair and cool blue eyes catch your attention. He was taller, obviously, lean muscular, pale skin...and manlier. He used to cling onto like a shy, lanky little kid who was scared if a leaf scuttled by.Your heart thud, embarrassed to see him because you left so quickly without saying good bye. You see his sharp eyes trail your form and you remember why you had left--eyes. Eyes that judged too much on a mere child. Ren's brows furrow for a moment as his lips part, and your heart thuds, embracing for the worse; Memories of cruel words and isolation flashing before your eyes as you wait for the words to spill out of his mouth, in front of everyone there...but it doesn't.

It's the second semester in college and you are late for your debates class, hair disheveled and panting as you run with your book bag and notebook in hand, your calves buckling with each step. You charged through the door for your first day of class and everyone stares at you, but you ignore them all, quickly finding an open seat. Everyone looks back towards the professor and you exhale, setting your things down hurriedly. You bump into the guy next to you and you apologize, but he doesn't say anything. You glare, turning to him...and familiar dark amber eyes glare back and you wish you could restart the semester all over again. Because there...sat the ex you broke up with in high school at 17 years old: Upcoming soccer star, Jonah Thorne. And he doesn't know that his rich mother forced you to break up with him.

The throne room was cold and dark except for the only light shining down from the ceiling glass window onto the actual throne, where a man with assessing honey brown eyes beamed at you, along with his Lord Commander Theo by his side. Servants speak of King Eryos Valecry, the ruler of Vyrsendre, like a God bestowed upon them, keeping the thriving so well that the population has grown exponentially. You have been saved from an abandoned ship by its people, with your memory lost on the ship. Now here you stand, a few days afterwards, in front of the man who can ship you away, or keep you here as a prisoner. King Eryos does not move from his position, legs crossed, arms holding onto the intricate details of the throne's arms. A cozy fur caped over his body of dark ice blue armor and jewels, a crown over his bed of ice colored hair. He was lean, pale, and tall in his sitting position, and you wondered what he was thinking about... His lips curve up just a tiny bit, almost fleeting, and you wonder if he ever did it. And he tilted his head slightly, still observing you quietly. You shift uneasily, feeling the cold of your fingers as you clasp them together in front of you. "Your highness." You say, unsure of what else to say. You don't remember anything. He rocks his foot up and down, amused, it seems. His advisors cough, making his eyes slowly trail over to him. One of the advisors says, "Your highness, please. What should we do with her? We don't know if she is a threat or not." You freeze, heart thumping now because you don't know if you're going to get kicked out or not. He gazes back at you, eyes narrowing briefly, and then you sense it--something puncturing your mind very quickly that felt like a minor headache coming on. Then it disappears. He smiles.

You just signed a contract to focus on your grandfather's business: No partying and no fooling around. You spend one last night out with your friend and you spent one night with someone you don't remember...Come Monday and your grandfather introduces you to the interim CEO--your rival: Andy Marks, who you think is a threat to your future CEO position as losing the company will be losing your parents all over again..."It's nice to finally meet you" he introduces himself. But you couldn't help wonder...why does he sound like the man from Saturday night??