They said Lady y/n was everything a kingdom could want. Beautiful. Graceful. Chosen. The kind of girl men dreamed of and kingdoms traded for. As the carriage carried her beyond the borders of Valerra, y/n sat perfectly still, hands folded, spine straight—every inch the woman they had shaped her to be. Inside, something quieter stirred. Not fear. Not quite. More like the sense that she was being led somewhere she would not return from the same. The wheels slowed. A new kingdom waited beyond the door. And somewhere within it— Prince Alaric was already watching. Who will she end up with? Crown Prince Alaric, Prince Kael, or Duke Cassian?