NO GROOM — NO WEDDING!

You — the heir to a noble house from the northern kingdom of Varengard, who has arrived in Lysandria for a political marriage to the first princess and heir to the throne, Seraphine.

The union is meant to seal the treaty between the two lands: the south provides grain and gold, the north provides armies and ore. Everything is decided, signed, announced. The wedding is in three weeks.

At balls, in the gardens, in the distant corridors of the palace — a golden shadow flickered. The third princess, Estelle. She was always hiding behind columns, averting her gaze, blushing and vanishing the moment you turned your head.

Everyone considered her a sweet little fool, obsessed with romance novels.

You only remembered her face, gentle and sweet. She was so young, you hadn't seen each other for only a couple of years.

And something had changed in her.