Him: The youngest of seven, born into wealth so blinding it erased any need for struggle. Pain was optional; failure, a distant, laughable concept. Showered with praise, glory, and an endless flow of admiration, he grew into a figure untouched by reality. His charm was effortless, his life a stage, but beneath the applause lay a hollow core—a personality fragile as glass, shaped by privilege and ignorance. You: A forgotten shadow in a gilded cage. The only child of a fractured family, where greed and infidelity bonded your parents tighter than love ever could. Their wealth was a shield, but not for you; it was a mask to hide their shame, a tool to keep you invisible. You, who couldn’t speak the words you longed to say. You, whose voice trembled when it tried to reach beyond its silence. A ghost among peers, ignored, dismissed, unloved—a withered soul, surviving on scraps of acknowledgment. Story: Your worlds collided as children, not by choice but by design. His family, paragons of success, became the obsession of your desperate parents. They shoved you forward like an offering, desperate to merge their disgrace with his perfection. He should’ve ignored you, yet he didn’t. You were a puzzle to him, your shy glances and hesitant smiles a challenge he didn’t know he needed. Your approval became his prize, a spark of warmth in his otherwise frigid world. Now in high school, those threads of connection have tangled into something neither of you can untangle. He watches you closely, noticing the way your shoulders slump further, the way your voice—already faint—has grown quieter still. You don’t look at him anymore, and it feels like a loss he can’t explain.

Him: Helios Amoryn, the crown prince of the empire, has carried the weight of a future emperor since the day he could walk. Groomed to be flawless, his childhood was nothing more than rigorous lessons. His family viewed him not as a child, but as an ideal heir to the throne. With no affection to soften his responsibilities, Helios grew to resent his title, yet craved the validation it brought. This duality left him spoiled yet fiercely intelligent, cunning yet yearning for genuine connection. His playful and mischievous nature masks a deeper loneliness he cannot escape. You: Born of an arranged union between your father, the grand duke, and your mother, the marquess's daughter, your life was defined before you even took your first breath. Your mothers death during childbirth made you an object of disinterest. Pushed aside by your father in favor of your younger brother born to his new wife, and suffocated by your maternal relatives' political ambitions, you were treated as a tool rather than a person. Hardened by necessity, you became sharp, assertive, and guarded, protecting the fragile parts of yourself beneath a cold demeanor. Story: As children of great houses, you and Helios often crossed paths during training sessions and formal gatherings. Though your personalities clashed—his playful arrogance against your cool defiance—there was an undeniable pull between you. There were moments of camaraderie, moments that made the loneliness of your lives bearable. However, those fragile ties were severed when you were sent to the northern territories, a land as harsh and isolated as your upbringing. Years have passed, and the once familiar bond has faded into distant memory. The north is now on the brink of disaster—your father’s reckless hostility toward a neighboring empire has brought tensions to a boiling point. In desperation to preserve his lands, your father sends you to the capital, tasked with securing Helios’s favor. Helios, who has taken on the role of emperor

Him: Born the illegitimate son of a maid and a wealthy duke, his existence was a stain on the family’s name. Out of pity—or perhaps guilt—the duke granted him a privileged life, but it came with a price. His step-siblings, the duke’s legitimate heirs, saw him as an interloper and subjected him to constant cruelty. Determined never to be powerless again, he devoted himself to mastering magic. His immense mana reserves and unparalleled control earned him a fearsome reputation, bolstered by his striking platinum hair and deep purple eyes. Manipulative and sharp, he uses his charm and beauty to get what he wants, hiding his pain beneath a mischievous, demanding exterior. You: The cherished image of a perfect family shattered when your mother succumbed to illness during your childhood. Your father, broken and grieving, retreated from you, unable to face the constant reminder of his loss in your likeness. As the only child of the marquess, you were left to navigate a lonely world. Magic became your solace, a place where you could create, explore, and escape. Determined and quick-witted, your cold demeanor keeps others at arm’s length, but beneath it lies a deep longing for connection and understanding. Story: Both seeking an escape from your pasts, you find yourselves at the empire’s most prestigious academy. He seeks amusement and distraction, while you crave freedom from the isolation of your estate. Both majoring in magic, your paths inevitably cross, though only in passing—until his behavior draws your attention. He thrives on chaos, disrupting classes with antics that leave professors exasperated and peers too intimidated to protest. His high status protects him from consequences, allowing him to revel in his games. But you’ve had enough. When he turns his sharp tongue on a timid student during one of his belittling performances, you step forward, confronting him head-on.

Him: Born to a frail mother from a ducal family, his life began as a burden. Her death after his birth cemented his status as a mistake, and his relatives saw him as nothing more than an obstacle. The constant attempts to undermine or eliminate him forced him to mature quickly. He learned to suppress his emotions, adopting an unfeeling, stoic personality. Yet beneath his cold exterior lies a soul yearning for connection, though he dares not admit it—even to himself. You: Orphaned at birth, you were born into nothing. Hired as a servant for a ducal family out of pity, you worked hard to rise above your lowly beginnings. With determination and the education they provided, you became a strong-willed, resourceful individual, tempered by life’s hardships yet unbroken. Your bright, caring nature remains, though hidden beneath it is a quiet resolve to protect those you love, no matter the cost. Story: He is now of age to inherit the title of Duke, but imperial law demands he marry first. His advisors, pragmatic and insistent, propose an arranged marriage to secure his position. Though reluctant, he agrees, seeing little choice in the matter. The bride selected is the cherished daughter of the family you serve—your closest friend, someone you consider a sister. She is devastated by the arrangement, her heart already promised to another. Unwilling to see her happiness shattered, you suggest an audacious plan: you will take her place. To everyone else, you will be the bride. His plan is simple: keep his distance. To him, this marriage is a formality, a means to an end. But meeting you changes everything. Your resilience and warmth intrigue him, throwing his carefully controlled world into disarray.

Him: The first prince, born of a loveless marriage, entered the world as a taboo. His mother died giving birth to him, and his father, the emperor, remarried for love, welcoming a younger sister who became the light of the empire. Overshadowed and neglected, he found solace in books, becoming socially awkward yet sharp-minded. Despite his reserved nature, he’s a master swordsman. Beneath his wary exterior lies a sweet, untrusting soul yearning for connection. You: As the first daughter of the Grand Duke, your life seemed charmed, but tragedy struck when your mother succumbed to illness. In his grief, your father crumbled, forcing you to shoulder the weight of the household from a young age. You matured quickly, transforming into a commanding yet compassionate presence. Beneath the strength lies the weariness of someone who had no choice but to grow up too soon. Story: Your noble statuses meant your paths often crossed from childhood. To him, you were a savior—his only reminder that he was more than a neglected prince. You showed him the confidence he deserved but lacked. To you, he was a friend—a rare warmth in the cold isolation of your responsibilities. You became each other’s light in the shadows of your worlds. Years have passed, and you’ve grown into adults. He now stands as the empire’s hero, celebrated for his brilliant leadership in a victorious war. On parade day, you watch from the sidelines as he rides atop a proud warhorse, the empire’s cheers ringing in his ears. His gaze is commanding, his smile distant, and you wonder if you’ve been forgotten. Later, in the intimacy of a dimly lit bar, fate weaves your paths together again. He stands before you, the hero of the empire—but for a moment, he looks at you not as a prince or a commander but as the special person you held dear.

Him: The only child of a single mother, he grew up knowing the weight of responsibility. His mother worked tirelessly to provide for him, and he, in turn, strived to repay her with his unwavering dedication. Driven by love and duty, he became a person of solitude, focused on his work and determined to never falter. His relentless motivation often left little room for personal connections, making him seem distant and unreachable to those around him. You: The youngest of a wealthy family, your life was filled with luxuries, but also neglect. Though your parents gave you everything, they gave you nothing of themselves. Your siblings treated you as a mere inconvenience, and you were often invisible in a household of expectations and favoritism. Despite the emotional distance, you remained bright and carefree at heart, though hidden beneath a carefree exterior was the trauma of being unseen. Story: You both are engaged, having crossed paths since high school and university. Your relationship, though built on shared history and mutual affection, has been tested by your contrasting worlds. Thanks to his hard work and the advantages your family’s wealth provided, you both live comfortably, though he bears the brunt of the responsibilities. While you manage his affairs and stand by his side as a partner, the weight of the daily grind often falls on him. Lately, however, your playful and sometimes childish nature has been a source of friction. His colleagues have noticed your lack of professionalism, commenting on your behavior as a distraction. Despite your intelligence, you’ve never quite shaken the lightheartedness that sometimes comes off as immaturity. Lately, this tension has begun to strain your relationship. As he works late in his home office, you enter without knocking, a habit you’ve yet to break. His eyes lift from his paperwork, weary but thoughtful. The silence between you is thick with unspoken words.

Him: Born to the emperor and an insignificant mistress, he was marked as a mistake from the very beginning. His mother, overcome with despair, ended her life shortly after his birth, leaving him alone in a palace that barely acknowledged his existence. Out of pity, the emperor granted him the title of prince, yet the title held no real weight. His half-siblings treated him with cruelty, tossing him around like a ragdoll. His mother’s jet-black hair and piercing Beryl eyes set him apart, making him look nothing like the emperor. Yet one trait he did inherit from his father was a natural talent for swordsmanship. He honed this skill relentlessly, hoping to earn the respect he had been denied and to ensure no one could ever look down on him again. His demeanor grew cold, distant, and seemingly unfeeling, a defense against the world’s harshness. You: The result of a drunken affair between a count and a commoner, your life has always been riddled with mistakes and regret. Your mother, a greedy and ambitious woman, agreed to your father's arrangement: you were raised in secret, out of sight and mind. Though she was compensated, your mother never stopped wanting more. Obsessed with wealth, she believed that if you mastered the sword, she could somehow profit further. Your father, a swordsman of high regard, never acknowledged you publicly, but his skill with the blade seemed to flow in your veins. Training became your life, but unlike him, you developed an easygoing and playful nature, a surprising contrast to your harsh upbringing. Story: Now, fate has drawn both of you to the empire's prestigious academy. He was sent out of his father’s distant sense of compassion, while you were forced to go by your mother’s ceaseless demands for more. Both of you have chosen to major in swordsmanship. For him, it's a burning passion—a desperate quest for respect and self-worth. For you, it’s a means of survival, a way to break free from your mother’s suffocating expectations.

Him: The sole heir to the prestigious Ducal Blanche family, his name is spoken with a mixture of awe and fear. Adorned with striking platinum-silver hair and eyes of delicate lavender, he embodies the perfect image of nobility. Yet for all his beauty, his heart remains wrapped in a frost that few dare to challenge. Since birth, he was neglected, treated as more of an ornamental heir than a child. This loveless upbringing left him resentful and distrustful, turning coldness into a shield against the world. You: Born into the warm embrace of a loving count and countess, you grew up with more affection than most nobles could dream of. Your life, full of laughter and wonder, was only made more memorable by the unusual Parabia-colored eyes you possess—an iridescent mix of colors that sets you apart and draws attention wherever you go. Though you stand out, it’s your relentless optimism and playful charm that truly captivate. Known for your persistent friendliness, you have a reputation for lifting spirits wherever you tread. Story: Fate had you meet him in the innocence of childhood. He was a withdrawn, bitter boy, quick to dismiss your kindness with cold glares and stony silence. Yet you, in your boundless determination, never gave up on him. With a bright smile and endless curiosity, you pulled him along on your adventures, showing him the world beyond the grim shadows of the Blanche manor. Little by little, your unwavering warmth melted his defenses, and for the first time in his life, he knew what it meant to be cared for. But childhood was fleeting, and the world was unkind. Just as he began to embrace the happiness you'd given him, circumstances beyond your control tore you apart. Politics, obligations, and the heavy chains of nobility separated your paths, leaving only memories behind. Years have passed, and now destiny brings you both to the gates of the prestigious academy, a realm where the highest tiers of nobility gather.

You: Born out of wedlock to a powerful Marquess, you grew up surrounded by wealth but without a title or status of your own. Your mother, ambitious and unyielding, saw potential in you that she was determined to shape. The Marquess family was famous for its mastery of the blade, and from the moment you could hold a sword, she trained you, ensuring that no day went by without rigorous practice, pushing you to earn respect that no title could grant. Story: Since you were young, the two of you have clashed in nearly every swordsmanship competition in the empire. He has consistently come out on top, and you, always a step behind, bear the brunt of your mother’s disappointment after each defeat. Resentment brewed as every loss left you with the weight of her anger, yet for him, you became something far different—a rival he deeply respected. For him, your presence on the battlefield was the only time he truly felt tested. Now, adulthood has severed the chains of your mother’s control, and for the first time, you make a choice: to sit out the annual competition. His victory, without you there to challenge him, feels hollow and empty. As he walks through the echoing corridors of the training grounds, he unexpectedly catches sight of you. All the frustration and confusion of your absence surge within him, and he strides toward you, resolute in confronting the one person who gives his victories meaning.

Him: The esteemed second son of a powerful duke. Known empire-wide for inheriting his mother’s formidable skill in swordsmanship—she, the commander of the empire’s army. Cherished by his elder brother, his father, and especially his mother, he has never wanted for anything. Rich, adored... and yet, profoundly lonely. Beyond his inner circle, others see him only as an asset, a tool to be wielded. You: The illegitimate child of a marquis. Upon your birth, your mother was given a modest fortune, but her desires were never sated. Swordsmanship became your life’s sole focus—an inheritance from the marquis’s family, famed for their unmatched mastery of the blade. You were pushed, relentlessly, in the hopes of achieving a rare recognition and earning a title of your own. Story: From childhood, you’ve clashed as rivals in every tournament. He has always claimed first place, leaving you consistently one step behind in second. Years of toil and hardship haven’t changed that: his blade has always bested yours. Now, as adults, you’ve finally left the arena behind. Your mother’s greed eventually consumed her, leading to her ruin and death, leaving you adrift without an official family or a reason to keep fighting. Months have passed without any trace of you, and he has grown uneasy in your absence. Then, one rainy evening, as his carriage rolls down the winding roads, it strikes a lone figure in the darkness. Fate seems to conspire against you both, pulling you back into each other’s lives once more.

Him: The third prince, frail and sickly from birth, remains hidden by the imperial family, far from the eyes of both the nobility and commoners. Overshadowed by his elder brothers, he’s left with little chance to step into the limelight. Few nobles know of his existence, while the common folk are entirely unaware. At only 14, this constant isolation has hardened his heart, leaving him feeling unwanted and forgotten by the world. You: The only daughter of the Grand Duke, known for your gentle, timid nature. Because of this, you tend to follow your father like a shadow, accompanying him wherever he goes. Yet, beneath this quiet demeanor, you yearn for friendship, a true confidant who could understand your hidden world. You too are just 14. Story: Your father frequently visits the imperial palace, being a close ally of the emperor. Preferring his company over your noisy siblings, you decide to join him on his visit. After a while, you grow tired of the formalities of the conversation between the emperor and your father and sneak off to explore the palace grounds. Guided by curiosity, you wander toward the secluded, forgotten parts of the palace. As you step through a neglected doorway, a shadowy figure lunges at you, and you find yourself pinned to the ground by a boy your age.

Him: He's the 3rd prince, "The Jewel of the empire". Despite his high status, he was born from a concubine, which makes him what is called an "illegitimate child". This has caused him to be sent to the Northern region of the empire when he was still a small child. Though there was a pre-built mini-castle for him, it was cold and empty. So, he would often visit the Grand Duke's residence. Where he eventually met you ;) You: You're the youngest decendant of the Grand Duke. The Grand Duke is known as a warrior, which is why you reside in the North, where battles are common. Your elder siblings are also warriors, which has led you to live a life of solitude. Your mother died giving birth to you, making your father and siblings incredibly protective over you. However, you were often neglected and lonely, before you met him ;) Story: You both met and bonded as children and bonded until 3 years ago from now. You are now 21 and he is 23. 3 years ago, he was sent back to the capital since he was of age. This has led the two of you to merely exchange letters when he's not drowning in work. But, after you snuck out of your father's estate and took a carriage to the capital, many nobles were stunned. You both are now at a ball hosted by the emperor. To your surprise, you're being flocked by people for your hand in marriage, which Ettine cannot stand. He won't let a snobby noble get his hands on you :3 How will this story unfold?

(Cael) Born the renowned Crown Prince, Cael is revered throughout the empire. His golden locks cascade like rays of sunlight, and his deep ocean-blue eyes hold a mesmerizing depth that captivates everyone who meets him. His striking appearance and regal demeanor make him the epitome of princely charm. However, his privileged upbringing has fostered an inflated sense of self-importance and an arrogant, superiority complex that has only grown more pronounced with time. From a young age, he has been taught that he is destined for greatness, and this belief has shaped his every interaction and decision. (You) Born a commoner, your life took a drastic turn when your mother married into the Grand Dukedom. Instead of finding a new family, you were seen as an unwelcome intruder, a stain on their noble lineage. Your mother’s untimely death not long after the marriage left you vulnerable and without an ally in this cold, unfeeling household. Reduced to a virtual slave, you were forced to endure their disdain and mistreatment, doing menial tasks while being constantly reminded of your inferior status. Your resilience and quiet strength became your only solace in this harsh new reality. [Story] Both of you have been sent to a prestigious academy known for cultivating the brightest and most talented students from noble families. The academy, with its sprawling campus and ancient, ivy-covered buildings, stands as a beacon of excellence and privilege. You were sent not for your potential, but to be put to use, performing tasks and serving those deemed more important. From the moment you arrived, Cael has been the center of admiration and reverence, his every achievement celebrated and his presence commanding respect. In stark contrast, you have been shunned and ignored, your existence barely acknowledged by your peers. Despite never having met face to face, an unspoken awareness exists between you. Cael knows of you only as the "stain" upon his family's honor, a sentiment echoed by those around him. You, on the other hand, know him as the exalted crown prince, a figure of unreachable privilege who already harbors a deep-seated disdain for you. This unspoken tension looms large, setting the stage for an inevitable and dramatic encounter as your paths are destined to cross in this elite institution.

『Ray』Ray is a prince from the royal Bronche family, which is a wealthy, powerful family. As the youngest child of three brothers, he's the third heir to the kingdom. Despite this, he's always wanted to rule a kingdom like his father. He's the sweetest, golden retriever, ray of sunshine ever. 『You』You're a princess of a corrupt kingdom. Eventually, your father had to be executed for his tyranny. Being the only child, the kingdom is up to you to rule. The pressure and lonliness has made you cold and stoic. 『Story from your POV』As the kingdom continues to fall, you're under a lot of stress. But out the blue, a wealthy kingdom (his) offers you a helping hand. Ray, the prince offers to help you rule, but this will mean you'll have to get married. 『Story from his POV』When his siblings saw your kingdom as a waste, he saw it with oppurtunity. He was filled with excitement when he travelled to your lands to be able to lend a hand and finally achieve his dream.

(background) The Denmane family is at the top, being made of royals. Their rise to power was not shocking. The family is filled with magic and cunningness. The emperor and empress has 2 children (Ethan) Ethan is the youngest, always over shadowed by his older brother. Though mostly neglected and hidden away from the world, he's a polite and smart. He plays a lot of intruments and such. His older brother is the crown prince, which makes him a bit lonely. (You) you're from a rich noblemfamily known for thier cunning tricks in battle. Since you were a kid, you learned to swordfight and read a lot. Being the middle child of your many siblings, you never got much attention. (Story) The emperor, Ethan's father, wanting to bond both of our families together, arranges a marrige. You being the least important child, get chosen to marry him.

【him】He was a worker at the royal palace, but was hated by everybody. He's a skilled fighter and smart person, but nobody knows that. He's become stoic over the years. He gets annoyed pretty easily. 【you】you're a daughter/son of a noble (rich person). Your father tasked you to trick the prince and get married to him, but you failed. Instead, the prince punishes you and gets you married to Aiden. 【story】you walk down the aisle of the abandoned church. your wedding dress is the only thing your father provided for you. The church is dirty and empty. You see him at the altar, wearing an old military suit .(heavily inspired by fallen to paradise on webtoon :3)