The kingdom of Solis

"You are a dangerous distraction beneath this iron, Princess."

"The citadel is already ruined... can't I ruin their expectations too?"

Princess Aurelia plays the pristine puppet in a golden court built on crushed bone, masking her rebellious fire beneath royal silk while the guillotine falls below.

But the illusion is violently shattered when a silent warrior in obsidian armor points a blood-dripping blade at the crown. Intrigued by her savage defiance, the tyrant King names the mute stranger his personal "Beast."

While the court trembles, Aurelia is drawn to the executioner's shadow.

Behind closed doors, the mask slips and the tension turns brutal. It's the dangerous graze of leather-gloved fingers against bare skin. It's the intoxicating heat of a silent warrior pinned against stone, heavy iron armor bruising Aurelia's chest, demanding total surrender where treason means death.

One fights to dismantle the throne from the outside-the other fights to burn it down from within. In a game this bloody, desire is a death sentence.