Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

A girl in disguise. An heir in hunt. A world divided. Iris Lavera is born into the civilization of the least respected ones. The lineage where it's predicted to birth a curse. A low born who will be the downfall of an entire nation if left alive. For year's their fragile community has been combed by the powerful ones, treated like dirt, and tested to their strip of patience. Being called an abomination for the one person who wasn't even born yet. Or so they believed. The glaze Antar, a magnificent realm sanctioned by tons of wealth, thousands of warriors, four supreme's, and a dominant ruler are braced to annihilate the affliction. Except for someone who seemed quite unbothered by it- the Prince himself, despite it's his head that's at stake. That is until he meets her, a girl forging a fictitious life. He could sense the signs. He should put a bounty on her head. Have her chained in the dungeon to see what she was capable of. Burn her up by the pyre at the first doubt of her being a spy. Instead- he would escort her into his world to see if he could break her enough to make up for all the nights she haunted his dreams. And for all the days he craved her.