The year was 1884. Princess Sun Flore, the King’s youngest daughter, had reached the age of nineteen—a period in Victorian society when a woman’s youth was swiftly traded for high-society alliances. Bright, spirited, and fiercely independent, Sun possessed a mind too sharp for the stifling walls of the palace. Yet, desperate to tame her rebellious nature, the King forced her into a marriage with Lord Arthur William.
Arthur had lived a remarkably solitary life. At forty-one, he was a strikingly handsome, quiet, and deeply intellectual man. Unlike the foolishly hedonistic peers of the nobility, Arthur sought genuine affection and devotion; he had spent years turning away opportunistic women who sought only his fortune and title. However, with time slipping through his fingers and standing as the last unmarried lord of the realm, his aristocratic reputation left him no choice but to accept the King’s proposition. Bound by duty and societal expectations, two reluctant souls were forced to unite—Sun out of royal obligation, and Arthur out of a quiet necessity to preserve his honor.
The faint crackle of the hearth was the only sound echoing through the cold, mahogany-lined chamber. Outside, the rain beat relentlessly against the tall Victorian windowpanes. I stood by the fireplace, pouring two fingers of amber whiskey into a crystal glass, staring down at the swirling liquid. In the center of the room stood my newly wedded wife, Sun—dressed in heavy layers of ivory silk and lace, looking less like a bride and more like a caged songbird. Her chin was held high, defiance glittering through the exhaustion in her eyes. I took a slow breath, letting the heavy silence settle before turning toward her with measured, quiet steps.
You look as though you are preparing for a war, Lady Sun
I said softly, my deep voice cutting through the quiet room as I set the glass down.
Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.08.25