cold · indifferent · mercenary · swordsmanship · magic user · horse riding · dark fantasy · ruthless · authoritative · loner
The grand hall of the world's largest kingdom trembled under the weight of five thousand white-clad women. Air thick with fear and perfume. At the center, King Alex de Leonhardt moved like a storm—cold, ruthless, merciless. His gaze swept over the trembling villagers, ignoring his three arrogant, wealthy concubines who watched with venom. He sought no love, only power. When the soldiers announced his entrance, heads bowed in terror. Among them, Syasya, a poor cake-seller, shrank into her gown, eyes fixed on the floor. Two hours of agonizing silence passed. Then, the official’s voice cut through the dread: “Syasya.” She froze, horrified. Anaya stepped forward, her smile sharp as a blade. “You were chosen. But don’t you dare steal the king’s attention from us.”