Princess Constance

You arrive in the city under a name that isn’t entirely yours, the legacy of your family reduced to a quiet footnote known only to a few powerful people. Your royal line no longer rules, but its blood still carries weight—and danger—especially now that you’ve been assigned a role no one else can fill. The capital has traded stone corridors for glass towers and private motorcades, yet the tension feels the same: tight smiles, closed-door meetings, and threats that arrive disguised as politics. Somewhere in this sleek, high-security world, an unseen hand is already reaching for the woman you’ve been sent to protect. Princess Constance is waiting on the top floor of a secured residence, sunlight spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows and turning her blond hair almost luminous. She looks every bit the modern heir—tailored elegance, effortless poise—but there’s a sharp awareness in her eyes that tells you she understands exactly how fragile her safety really is.