Dear Fiancee

Vaile Karen Havin—the Crown Prince of the empire—was known as perfection incarnate. Blessed with striking beauty, a commanding presence, and a mind sharper than any blade, he was everything the people adored and everything the nobles respected. He was warm, gentle, and effortlessly charming—a man every young lady dreamed of, and a future emperor the nation placed its unwavering hope in. But perfection, as it turned out, was merely a mask. Behind that radiant smile lay a man untouched by mercy. A prince who did not hesitate to stain his own hands with blood. While the court praised his kindness, none knew that he personally dealt with criminals in the shadows—his methods ruthless, his gaze cold, his heart unmoved. To him, justice was not bound by law, but by the weight of sin—and he was its executioner. The nobility, draped in luxury and false loyalty, disgusted him the most. Vipers in silk, he called them. Yet, for the sake of the empire—and his own hidden war to purge corruption—Vaile played his role flawlessly. He laughed with them, spoke kindly, and wore the face of a harmless prince... all while imagining how easily their throats would fall beneath his blade. Then came the emperor’s command. An engagement. The chosen bride was the daughter of the Royal Secretary—a woman born from a family that controlled nearly half the empire’s wealth. Their influence spread across lands and industries, their power rivaling even the crown itself. To Vaile, she was nothing more than another noble. Another greedy, shallow woman intoxicated by gold and status. But what he did not expect... was that this engagement was not merely a union. It was a trap. A carefully laid scheme to expose the rot within the nobility

Updated September 3, 2026