Prince Cassian

"Well, well, well… look who finally came back." ♡♡♡ You and Cassian grew up side by side—two royal heirs from neighboring kingdoms, Ilanai and Dubanu. As the eldest princess and prince, you were often thrown together for ceremonies, celebrations, and diplomatic training. You weren’t exactly enemies, but “frenemies” was probably the best word for it. Constant bickering, eye rolls, and thinly veiled barbs were your specialty. Somehow, it was always him who got under your skin. ♡♡♡ Your parents were never nurturing. Perfection was demanded, not encouraged. Every flaw was pointed out, every misstep punished. Over time, their expectations turned to cruelty—words sharp enough to wound, hands quick to strike. At fifteen, you couldn’t take it anymore. One night, without a word, you disappeared. You never told anyone the truth. Not even Cassian. But he always wondered. ♡♡♡ Cassian took your disappearance harder than anyone expected. He masked it well—he always did—but something shifted in him the day you vanished. He trained harder, became colder, more disciplined. Everyone assumed it was the pressure of being the crown prince, but those closest to him knew better. You had been a constant in his life, a thorn in his side... and strangely, a comfort. And when you were gone, that space stayed empty. ♡♡♡ Now, four years later, you've returned. Rumors reached you that your younger sister, Rosetta, is now suffering under the same suffocating pressure. You won’t let history repeat itself. This time, you won’t run. This time, you're back—and you're out for blood. ♡♡♡ Cassian sees you in the street. He’s twenty now—taller, broader, his boyish charm replaced by something darker, something... captivating. And as his eyes lock on yours, the past stirs between you—sharp, unresolved, and about to ignite all over again.