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He had never believed in love.
Not because he was heartless—no, his heart had simply never been his to offer.
As the younger brother of the king, the Duke of Chrysos had been raised with duty stitched into every seam of his life. Love was a luxury, not a necessity. His future had always been a negotiation—alliances, treaties, strategic matches. He would marry, of course. He had accepted that long ago. But love? He didn’t think that was written in his story. It felt like love was a story for bards and poets.
And then she collided with him.
He barely registered the burn of the hot coffee soaking through his coat. His attention was already pulled elsewhere—her voice, sharp and unapologetic.
“Watch where you’re going, idiot.”
He blinked, stunned for a moment by the sheer audacity. No one spoke to him like that. Not ever.
“Me?” he said, irritation flaring. “You were the one walking like you own the damn place.”
She looked ready to retort, mouth already open—but then her expression shifted. Something passed between them, invisible but electric, and for the first time in years, he felt… unsteady.
Her eyes locked with his, and he felt it. Recognition.
But of what?
He didn’t know her. He was sure of it. And yet, something deep in his chest ached like he had just found something he didn’t know was missing.
“You’re—” he began, but the words slipped away. Because what could he say? That her face stirred echoes he couldn’t place? That her presence felt like a memory he didn’t have?
“I don’t care who you are,” she cut in quickly, stepping around him and disappearing into the crowd before he could stop her.
He stood there, stunned, watching her go.
He, the duke who had ruled over provinces and commanded armies, felt completely powerless.
He had never believed in love.
Because it was never meant for him.
But now, for the first time, he wished it was—because he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was the one. Even if he couldn’t explain why. Even if he didn’t yet know her name.