RHEON'S PERSPECTIVE ( main hero)
Power has a sound.
It's the silence that follows your command—when no one dares to breathe without your permission.
That silence filled the throne hall tonight.
The chandeliers above burned with a golden glow, but the air was cold. The ministers had left, the guards waited outside, and I stood alone at the center of everything I had built—the empire of Valenheart.
A kingdom that worships control.
And I am its god.
Until she arrived.
They brought her before me—a girl whom the Oracle named "The Chosen Bride."
I expected arrogance, fear, ambition…
But what I saw was something else entirely.
Calm.
Real.
Almost human—in a way that no one here ever is.
Her eyes met mine, and for a brief moment, the crown on my head felt heavier than usual.
I studied her—the way she stood, the faint tremor in her breath, the fire she tried to hide.
She was untrained for this marriage, unprepared for the throne, and unfit for my world.
And yet…the room felt alive because of her.
When I spoke, my voice sounded colder than I intended.
She flinched slightly—but didn't look away.
That defiance.
That quiet strength.
It unsettled me more than any war.
I told her the terms of the royal contract. She listened—no argument, no plea—just a silence that felt louder than words.
When she turned to leave, something inside me—something I thought long dead—shifted.
Not warmth. Not love.
Something…dangerous.
I dismissed the guards and stood there for a long time after she left.
I've faced kings, assassins, and rebellions—but this woman, whoever she is, feels like a storm wrapped in calm skin.
And I can't decide yet if she'll destroy me…or save me.
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MYSTRA'S PERSPECTIVE
He is about 5'10", and I am around 5'0".
I lower my gaze, thinking that in this story, I am just a normal, ordinary girl, questioning why this marriage should happen.
"Is there something behind this marriage?"
Definitely, there is something behind this. Stupid me, i just read some pages in this novel only the plot chapter. Now i don't know how it is going to be.
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RHEON'S PERSPECTIVE
She spoke—quietly, almost to herself—but I caught every word.
I didn't answer. I never do when silence holds more truth than explanation.
From where I stood, she looked impossibly small. Barely reaching my shoulder, her frame seemed fragile against the vast marble of the throne hall.
But what drew my attention wasn't her height.
It was the contradiction within her—humility wrapped around a strength she didn't yet realize she possessed.
Most people in this palace bow to me out of fear or greed.
She didn't bow. She simply stood there, questioning a decree that was written before she even arrived.
"There's something behind this marriage," she had said.
And she wasn't wrong.
There was always something behind everything in Valenheart.
A contract meant survival for some, power for others, and for me—it meant control.
Or at least, that's what I told myself.
But watching her now, her eyes lowered yet thoughts unguarded, I felt the control slip.
If she keeps searching for answers, she'll uncover truths that not even the crown can bury.
And when she does, she'll learn that this marriage isn't about alliance or prophecy.
It's about fate trying to test me through her.
And fate doesn't know how stubborn I am.
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(Mystra's Perspective)
"His height makes me feel insecure." I mutter to myself.
i roll my eyes in irritating.
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(Rheon's Perspective)
Her words broke the quiet—unexpected, simple, and disarming.
I looked down at her. She barely reached my chest, her head tilted slightly as her gaze met mine.
It shouldn't have mattered—height, presence, formality. Yet something about the honesty in her tone unsettled me.
Insecurity didn't belong in her voice.
Not here. Not before me.
For a moment, the instinctive response—to correct, to command, to silence—hovered on my tongue. But I didn't speak. I just observed her, the way her eyes searched for meaning in my stillness.
It was strange. Most people in this palace feared standing close to me. She spoke of feeling small, while I found myself… aware.
The space between us felt heavier than gold.
I drew in a slow breath and turned slightly away, letting my voice drop lower, restrained.
If she feels small beside me, it isn't her fault.
It's mine—because I've built myself too high above everyone else to ever be seen as human.
And she, somehow, made me remember what that distance costs.
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MYSTRA'S PERSPECTIVE
"Why did you agree to this marriage?"
I sat on a nearby couch.
This novel feels like a royal dream.
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RHEON'S PERSPECTIVE
Her question came softly, almost drowned in the echo of the hall.
I didn't look at her immediately. I rarely do. People talk to me expecting answers, but I've learned that silence reveals more than words ever could.
Still… her voice lingered.
Why did I agree to this marriage?
I walked toward the tall windows, my reflection blending with the empire beyond. The palace lights shimmered against the night—cold, perfect, lonely.
That was my answer, though I'd never say it aloud.
This marriage was written for power and protection. A deal between my empire and prophecy.
Convenience, they called it. Strategy, they claimed.
But truth?
Even power gets tired of solitude.
I turned slightly, watching her from the corner of my eye. She sat on the velvet couch, small against the vastness of gold and glass, looking around like someone half-dreaming.
For the first time in years, the throne room didn't feel like a cage.
I said nothing. But the thought stayed.
Maybe the reason I agreed…
was standing right there, lost between her wonder and my silence.