Vestige

"For my heart bleeds for you. My soul burns for you. But my hands can never taint you.'

In the Kingdom where duty is carved into bone and love is a crime whispered only to the fleeting wind, Princess Sveta is the last light of the Crown to the Ossetian royal lineage. The silence that guards her every breath, a trusted Knight's soul lingers where it should not. Between them rest vows, a bloodline of friendship born from duty, and the ruin of consequences.

Yet Sir Miroslav's longing has its own language, spoken in the cruel mercy of restraint. For the Crown has deemed him unworthy of the Princess' heart, within the anguish that tears between his humble-born duty.

When war rises and loyalty begins to rot, it is learnt that some hearts were never born to obey. And that even after everything is taken, love leaves a vestige;

The shattered jewels of the Crown that refuses to die unless it is lit aflame.