Once upon a time, in the grand northern territory of Sirius, the Mors Dukedom stood as an unyielding fortress against the harsh winters and invading forces. Its walls, strong as steel, had witnessed centuries of power struggles, but none as cunning and decisive as the one waged by Ricardo Mors.
Born the fourth son of the previous Duke, he had not been the chosen heir, yet with patience, he carved his path to power. And beside him, as both his sword and shield, stood Fiorensia.
Fiorensia was not of noble birth, but her intelligence, grace, and mastery of war and politics made her a legend in the northern territories. She was a woman of unparalleled wisdom, a strategist whose mind moved pieces on the chess board before anyone realized the game had begun.
