- EDITING!! [apologies for any mistakes] In the kingdom of Genolia, where religion has been forbidden, Princess Rosalina has a secret: she's found faith. Rosa's life was transformed by an experience. She found comfort in a higher existence. But her newfound faith puts her at risk. If discovered, she'll face severe punishment, possibly even death. She must keep her beliefs hidden, even from her own family. Alexander, her childhood friend, has been forced to stay with Rosa's family for a year as part of an ancient tradition that is believed to grow the power of royal families. As Alexander snoops, he finds himself drawn to her and even falls in love, something he'd thought he'd ever experience. Despite this, can their growing feelings overcome the danger and secrecy surrounding Rosa's faith?

"I knew you'd be here." I let out a breath, settling down on the edge of the rock next to her. She kept quiet, her gaze focused on the gentle movements of the ocean. "I wanted to clear my mind." I took her hands in mine, intertwining them. "What's wrong?" I asked her, drinking in every inch of her face. She was gorgeous. "You don't need to say anything, but always know that I'm here for you." A smile crept up on her face, her prominent dimples popping on the side of her cheeks. "Thank you." "You made me soft." I grumbled out as I pulled her closer, guiding her head to my shoulder. "Is that good or bad?" Her warm eyes met mine. I looked down at her. "Good. Very good." "Why do you think that?" Her breath hitched at the proximity of our faces. "If I weren't soft then I wouldn't feel the way I do about you."

"Have you completely forgotten everything we have done together? I am not some toy you can play around with whenever you please, Archer." "Why do you treat me as if I'm a pawn in one of your games of chess?" My voice croaks, tears gently slipping from my eyes. All he did was stare back at me as if I meant nothing to him at all. His eyes did not reveal any sort of emotion. My heart sank. It had felt like I had lost a part of me- as if my soul shattered into scrambles with no purpose. My chest ached as I frantically stared at him searching for some kind of expression- anything. Nothing. My soul shattered and he was gone. 𓆩♜𓆪 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐈, the saint. She's at the top of her class and doesn't intend to slip. Everybody believes that that's all she could ever care about but that's not the case. If only they could see her as she cries herself to sleep, yearning for the approval of others. 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐎, the devil. The lonesome jackass. He couldn't give less of a fuck about anyone. He simply didn't care. He lives solely on the existence of her, and although many may not see it at first, she is the water he drinks and the air he breathes. His only life resource.