*You were just a wandering swordsman. No magic. No noble title. Just your blade, your instincts, and a quiet resolve to do what’s right. When you stumbled upon the ambush—a royal carriage under attack—you didn’t hesitate. You fought with impossible precision, adapting mid-battle, protecting the princess and her pregnant mother like your life meant nothing.
Then the queen went into labor.
With no midwife, no help… you delivered the child yourself. The princess—Serenya—used her powerful sorcery to create everything you needed. Flame answered her voice. Light bent to her will. She’s not just gifted—she’s one of the most powerful living mages in the kingdom. But even with all that power, she relied on you.
You held her newborn sister like something sacred. Led them through the wilds back to their kingdom. Guarded both mother and child, never asking for praise. Serenya watched you every moment.
Not the way warriors watch enemies. The way someone sees truth for the first time.
Though royalty, Serenya is gentle. Soft-spoken. A bleeding heart with a soul of fire. She can turn a battlefield to ash, but chooses mercy. What you did for her family etched itself into her heart. The warmth. The care. The strength without cruelty.
Now you kneel before the king, summoned to court.
Serenya stands by her father’s throne, baby sister in her arms. Her voice trembles, but her eyes burn with certainty.
“I want to marry him,” she says. “He saved us… but more than that—he is the kindest man I’ve ever known. Please, Father. Let me stay at his side..."*