LOGINThe victory banquet began as evening slowly descended, when the sunlight dimmed and the palace lamps were lit one by one.
The grand hall was filled with nobles and distinguished guests even certain members of the public had been granted permission to attend and celebrate the great triumph.
Recently, Killian Lunnart had returned once again with victory over the Kingdom of Archeon, bringing it under the rule of the Magnor Empire.
For the umpteenth time, his name was being praised and exalted. New lands rich in iron ore were now under Magnor’s control, further strengthening an already powerful empire.
Tonight belonged to him and everyone had come to celebrate it.
Inside her chamber, Roxanne stood before the mirror.
She was ready.
The green gown she wore draped elegantly, following the curves of her body with perfection. Its color matched the emerald adorning her neck glimmering softly under the candlelight.
She looked beautiful. Roxanne remained still, staring at her own reflection.
She did not know… if this would be enough. Even yesterday, when they stood face to face, Killian had not truly looked at her. And Leon’s words from that morning still echoed in her mind.
Roxanne exhaled slowly.
“Impossible…” she murmured under her breath.
A man like Killian who lived on the battlefield, surrounded by blood and death could not possibly have no need for a woman as an escape.
He simply… had not found something that interested him yet.
And tonight Roxanne shifted her gaze away from the mirror. She would make sure she was interesting enough.
The door opened, and she stepped out of her chamber. In the corridor, someone was already waiting for her.
Rion.
The young prince smiled brightly upon seeing her, then extended his hand.
“It seems I’m late in escorting my sister,” he said lightly.
Roxanne smiled faintly. “It’s alright.”
Rion let out a soft laugh, then said, “Come, Father is waiting.”
Roxanne looked at her brother for a moment before accepting his hand. Rion had always been like this, cheerful, easygoing, as if he carried no burdens.
But Roxanne knew.
Behind that smile, he was just a child longing for attention. A boy who never truly wanted the throne that would one day fall into his hands.
And the world… did not care about his wishes. Many still opposed his position, especially those from his mother’s side.
Grand Duke Velmor.
One of the three founding families of the empire. A name powerful enough to shake the balance of authority.
Roxanne took a slow breath, then walked beside Rion toward the emperor.
The moment he saw her, the emperor frowned.
His gaze swept from her head down to the gown she wore.
“Why are you dressed like this?” he asked coldly.
Roxanne glanced at herself briefly, then lifted her gaze again.
“My apologies, Father,” she replied calmly. “Is there something wrong?”
The emperor seemed about to say something, his gaze still fixed on Roxanne. But before he could speak, Leon stepped in.
“Father, everyone is waiting.”
His tone was calm, yet enough to shift the moment. The emperor fell silent for a second, then chose not to continue.
Roxanne briefly met Leon’s eyes. As always, he gave her that faint, unreadable smile.
She didn’t return it.
She simply lowered her head slightly and stepped forward, following the emperor.
They walked in proper formation. The emperor and empress led the way. Roxanne followed behind with Rion, while Leon and Liora walked behind them.
Their footsteps echoed softly through the long corridor.
Rion glanced at Roxanne and whispered, “Sis, don’t be nervous. You look really beautiful tonight.”
Roxanne smiled faintly. “You’re just saying that.”
Rion chuckled, then added quietly, “I hope grandfather doesn’t come.”
Roxanne was about to respond, but the announcer’s voice echoed first.
“Their Majesties the Emperor and Empress, along with the princes and princess, are entering the banquet hall!”
The grand doors opened.
Bright light poured in, followed by applause from the guests filling the hall.
Roxanne walked down the steps beside Rion. A soft, practiced smile rested on her lips as her gaze swept across the grand room.
Crystal chandeliers sparkled above, casting light across every corner. Nobles stood in their finest attire, bowing as the imperial family entered.
When they reached the floor, the emperor stepped forward.
“The victory banquet begins,” he called. “Honor to Killian Lunnart who brought victory.”
Applause filled the hall again.
But Roxanne didn’t notice because her gaze had stopped. Among the crowd she saw him.
Killian Lunnart.
He stood not far away, tall and composed. And for the first time that night, his eyes were fixed directly on her.
Roxanne went still. Her heart began to beat faster, though her face remained calm.
Why… was he looking at her?
Without realizing it, she quickly looked away. Her hand tightened slightly around Rion’s arm.
“What’s wrong?” Rion asked softly.
Roxanne took a breath, then whispered,
“I saw a demon.”
He reached for her then.Not roughly. Not with the desperation of the kiss in the corridor. But with a slowness that was somehow worse a deliberate, measured patience that made Roxanne's breath grow shallow.His fingers found the first pin in her hair, and he pulled it free with care, watching a strand of dark hair fall across her shoulder. Then another. And another. Each pin removed with the precision of a man unwrapping something he had waited far too long to touch, and with every lock of hair that tumbled free, Roxanne felt herself becoming more exposed, more vulnerable, more his.The last pin came loose and her hair cascaded down her back in a dark wave.Killian's fingers slid into it. He fisted a handful at the base of her skull not pulling, not yet just holding, the way one might hold the reins of a horse that had not yet decided whether to run. His other hand moved to the side of her face, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone, and when he spoke again, his voice had dropp
Roxanne opened her lips to reply. But before a single word could form, Killian's hand was already moving. He caught her wrist and pinned it above her head, pressing it flat against the wall. A motion that was quick but not rough. Only firm. Like a man who had been imagining this exact action since he first saw Henry approach his wife in the garden and had only now decided to carry it out.Roxanne let out a small, stifled sound. Not from pain but from surprise.That sound caused something in Killian's eyes to shift. The layer of anger he had been containing all evening began to crack thin fractures allowing something darker, deeper, far more dangerous to seep through."Speak again," Killian breathed, his lips almost touching hers, "and I will not be responsible for what happens after."The threat was delivered in the same tone one might use to read a shopping list. Flat. Ordinary. Yet his eyes were burning. Truly burning. Embers fanned by wind.Roxanne bit her lip.Not because she was
They arrived at the Lunnart mansion well past midnight.The carriage came to a halt in the front courtyard. Killian stepped out first without turning, Roxanne followed, her silk gown whispering against the stone with every step. She looked at the rigid line of her husband's back straight, unyielding, without the slightest crack of doubt and she knew the night was far from over.A servant opened the great front door with a deep bow. Killian passed through without a word.They climbed the marble staircase to the second floor. She turned her head toward Killian, searching his face for something. Anger. Disappointment. Anything.What she found was far more frightening than any emotion she could have named. A complete and total absence.The bedchamber door opened.Killian released her wrist and walked inside without a backward glance. His footsteps echoed softly across the marble floor as he crossed to the table in the far corner where a bottle of whiskey and a crystal glass already waited
Henry’s entire body stiffened beneath Duke Lunnart’s overwhelming presence.It was the aura of a man who had led wars along the border for years. The aura of someone accustomed to making others retreat with nothing more than a single look.And at that moment, all of Killian’s attention was focused on one person.Henry.The man standing far too close to his wife. The man who had clearly ignored Roxanne’s wish to be left alone.Beside him, Roxanne simply stared at Killian for a few seconds.Then, unconsciously, the corner of her lips lifted slightly.Because somehow, seeing Killian appear at the exact moment her patience ran out felt far more satisfying than she wanted to admit.Henry tried to maintain his composure.“Your Grace, I never intended to offend the Duchess.”Killian stared at him for several moments without saying a word.That gaze alone made Henry unconsciously tighten his jaw.For some reason, he felt like a defendant waiting for a final verdict.“Then,” Killian finally sa
The night grew later, yet the banquet in the main ballroom remained lively and loud.After spending quite some time talking with Rion, Roxanne eventually realized that her brother had begun to attract groups of nobles eager for a chance to speak with the Crown Prince.On the other side of the hall, Killian was not much different. Several senior dukes and marquises appeared to be discussing matters concerning the northern territories, forcing him into conversations he could not simply walk away from.For a moment, Roxanne merely stood there holding her glass.The ballroom suddenly felt suffocating. Little by little, it all began to make her head ache.“I’ll just step outside for a moment,” she murmured softly to herself.Without drawing anyone’s attention, Roxanne quietly left the ballroom through the large glass doors leading to the mansion’s back garden.The moment the doors closed behind her, the atmosphere changed entirely.Cool night air greeted her.The music from the ballroom be
Seeing his sister daring to tease Duke Lunnart was a rather rare sight.In the end, Killian only said flatly,“I’ll be over there.”He pointed toward an area near the balcony where several nobles were engaged in conversation.Roxanne nodded.After making sure everything was fine, Killian left them.But before he walked away, the man briefly glanced at Roxanne.Only for a moment.Yet it was enough for Rion to notice.Once Killian had gone, the Crown Prince immediately turned to his sister with a curious expression.“I think I understand now.”“Understand what?”“Why the entire capital keeps talking about you two.”Roxanne rolled her eyes.“Don’t start.”“I’m serious.”Rion took two glasses from a passing servant and handed one to Roxanne.“You look much better compared to the last time we met.”Roxanne accepted the drink.“My life isn’t as bad as everyone imagines.”“That’s what I wanted to ask.”They began walking slowly along a quieter side of the ballroom.Rion studied his sister fo
The first light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains, painting thin golden lines across the bedroom floor. The mansion was still silent, the world outside still wrapped in the gray haze of early morning. But inside the master bedroom, there was no silence.Only the sound of skin against skin, o
Knock. Knock. Knock.A soft tapping echoed from the chamber door.“Come in,” Roxanne said without turning.The door opened slowly. Orla, her loyal maid, stepped inside with a respectful posture. Her dress was simple, yet neatly arranged as always. In her hands, she carried an intricately carved box
Roxanne finally returned to her chamber.The door closed softly behind her, leaving behind a silence far more comforting than the suffocating tension of the emperor’s study.She walked slowly toward the large window in the corner of the room, then took a seat before it. The fading light of dusk sli
“Prepare yourself. You will marry Duke Lunnart.”The deep voice echoed softly within the emperor’s study, filling every corner of the vast room scented with aged wood and stacks of imperial documents. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting long lines across the cold







