Til My Last Breath

War had finally found its peace, but peace never comes without a cost. And so, this story begins-with two souls bound by duty and tethered by fate.

Demitra Vasileious possessed beauty, brilliance, and power, a trifecta that marked her as extraordinary even among royalty. Her white hair and storm-gray eyes were the signature traits of the Vasileious dynasty, a family revered like living embodiments of frost and snow. As the only princess of the Frostholm Empire, she was more than a royal figure-she was the perfect sacrifice to end a war and secure peace for her people.

Aurelius Von Étienne, the crown prince of the Dawnspire Empire, was a man cloaked in shadow. Where Demitra was light, he was dark; where she represented grace, he embodied destruction. His blood-red eyes, the mark of his family, were a warning to all who dared cross his path. Weapons were his art, and death, his canvas.

Their connection was not born of love, nor pure hate, but of something far more tangled-a bond forged in fire and ice, destined to reshape their empires.