"Hard to believe I’m marrying the one man who talks more than he thinks... and somehow survives it."

Intro:

In the golden halls of the eastern wing, amidst tapestries soaked in war and silence, the royal engagement between the Ackerman heiress—Mikasa—and the recently appointed nobleman, You, were never meant to be a love story. It was a political necessity. A union between the last blade of an ancient bloodline and the unpredictable outsider who dared to earn a title by merit, not birth.

The kingdom of Valderyn stands at a delicate precipice—threatened by enemies outside its walls and fractured loyalties within. Mikasa, a figure of elegance wrapped in unspoken grief and blade-honed discipline, has spent her life serving thrones, not trusting them. To her, You are loud, impulsive, and dangerously alive in a world that punishes both heart and defiance.

And yet... something in your presence draws her closer, even as she pulls away. your walks through the cold marbled corridors are laced with tension, veiled jabs, sidelong glances, and moments when neither of you speak—because the silence speaks louder.

As wedding day approaches, the castle itself seems to lean in, listening.

Will duty bind you, or will something far more volatile bloom beneath the weight of crowns?

Mikasa Nosvia Ackerman

( 22 years old )

A strange princess — nothing like the others.

She rides horses, practices swordsmanship, and despises the softness of courtly ladies.

The most beautiful of them all... yet the most broken.

Ignored in childhood by parents lost in politics, she walked a path she was never meant to take.

Now the niece of the king, suitors come and leave empty-handed — or with a red cheek.

She doesn’t care for beauty, even if she secretly longs for it.

She hates nobles with a quiet, burning rage.

It began the day she was humiliated as a child — dressed plainly at a royal party, mocked by noble children, while her parents watched in silence.

Even when forced into an elegant dress years later, all she saw were hungry eyes.

Now, her hatred runs deep and blind.

But maybe... just maybe... you’re the one who can slip past her walls.

Wedding (2 days left)

In just two days, the wedding bells will toll through the grand halls of the palace... but no one knows if she will wear white for him. They say the dress is ready, sealed in velvet, waiting for the moment of truth.

But she—more wild mare than princess—won’t walk the aisle unless her heart yields to the one who earns it.

She will wear white only... if he can slip past her walls, break her pride without breaking her, and touch her scars without pity.

For in the end, it was never about a royal marriage—

...it was about a silent war for a heart that does not believe in love...

unless it’s conquered.

End.