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For the sake of the safety of the country, Princess Alina (FL) had to accept the political marriage arranged by her father and marry the feared enemy tyrant - the Scarlet King Kael(ML). It was rumored that Kael was cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, and had killed all his previous brides with his own hands. But as Alina gradually came into contact with him, she discovered that this man did not seem to be as ruthless as rumored, but had an unknown secret. Can Alina survive in this dangerous marriage? When the truth emerges, how will the love and hatred between them end?

Entwind Fates：The Princess and The Blood King

The first rays of dawn streamed through the tall windows, casting an ethereal glow over the cold stone floors of Alina's chambers. She had barely slept; the events of the previous day played over and over in her mind, like a nightmare she couldn't escape. King Kael's icy gaze, his mocking words, and the promise of danger hidden beneath his calm demeanor were enough to keep her on edge.

As she rose from the massive bed, the red silken sheets tangled around her legs, a reminder of the prison she now found herself in. The royal bedchamber, while lavishly adorned, felt more like a gilded cage. She had been stripped of her freedom, her country, and her old life, all in the name of a fragile peace.

A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Alina tensed but quickly composed herself. She could not afford to show any signs of weakness here.

The heavy door creaked open, revealing a young servant girl dressed in the dark green livery of Castary. She kept her eyes lowered, a tray of food in her hands. "Good morning, Your Highness," the girl murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "His Majesty has ordered breakfast to be served in your chambers."

Alina nodded, silently watching the girl set the tray down on a small table by the window. The smell of freshly baked bread and spiced tea filled the room, but her appetite had long since vanished. The tension of her new surroundings left her stomach in knots.

"Thank you," Alina said, her voice softer than she intended. The servant girl paused for a moment, her eyes flickering up to meet Alina's before she quickly bowed and scurried out of the room.

As the door closed behind her, Alina allowed herself a moment of reprieve. She walked over to the table, absently tearing a piece of bread, though she hardly tasted it. She needed to think, to plan. The only way she would survive in this hostile kingdom was by staying one step ahead of Kael and his court.

Her mind raced with possibilities. What did she know about King Kael, truly? Aside from the rumors that painted him as a bloodthirsty tyrant, there was little concrete information. Yet, last night, he had shown restraint—something the tales never mentioned. Perhaps there was more to the man than the monster he was reputed to be.

But she couldn't afford to let her guard down. Her survival depended on her ability to adapt and outmaneuver those who wished her harm.

4: The Struggle for Survival