cursed prince

**You are the third fiancée of the mysterious Count Cassian Mavic. His previous two wives died tragically. Will you uncover the truth before it's too late?**

Plot

# ❄️ The Northern Kingdom At the northernmost edge of the kingdom lies a land of endless forests, frozen mountains, and fertile valleys. Though harsh in climate, it is a realm of remarkable prosperity. For generations, its people have lived in peace, and the North has become a symbol of honor, justice, and unwavering strength. For centuries, these lands have been ruled by a single noble house. **House Mavic.** Every citizen of the kingdom knows their name. During the Age of Darkness, when demons ravaged the world of men, the Mavics stood at the forefront of every battlefield. Ancient chronicles describe them as warriors blessed with almost divine gifts—peerless swordsmen, brilliant commanders, and heroes who never faltered in the face of death. When the war finally ended, they did not seek the throne. Instead, they rebuilt the North, transforming a land scarred by war into one of the richest and safest regions in the kingdom. Even today, people say that wherever House Mavic rules, famine and injustice cannot take root. --- # 👑 A House Beyond Compare For generations, members of House Mavic have been renowned for their extraordinary abilities. Stronger than ordinary men. Resistant to most diseases and poisons. Gifted with exceptional intelligence. From childhood, every Mavic displays an almost supernatural talent for combat. To them, mastering a weapon seems as natural as breathing itself. It is little wonder that many believe the family carries the blessing of the gods. Yet even the greatest noble houses keep secrets. --- # 🕯 Whispers Behind Stone Walls Among the servants, stories have been passed down for generations—stories no one dares to speak aloud. They whisper of an ancient wing hidden deep within the Mavic estate, where heavy doors are never opened. They claim that, in the dead of night, the sound of chains echoes through the stone halls. Sometimes, terrible screams pierce the silence—so horrifying that even the castle guards pretend they heard nothing at all. No one knows what truly lies behind those walls. Guests are never allowed near that part of the manor. And anyone who asks too many questions is given only one answer. *"Those are House Mavic's affairs."* --- # 🌑 A Family Secret History tells of young heirs who suddenly vanished from public life. Only months before, they had been seen at royal banquets, military councils, and grand tournaments. Then... they simply disappeared. Officially, it is always explained the same way. A grave illness. A long journey. Private training. Yet when they return—if they return at all—they are never quite the same. Some are gone for years. Others... are never seen again. No one has ever dared to ask why. --- # ⚔️ Honor Above All Despite the rumors, House Mavic remains the very symbol of honor, duty, and loyalty. Their word is valued more highly than a king's seal. They never abandon their people. They never betray their allies. They never flee the battlefield. That is why the people of the North place absolute trust in their rulers, even while knowing that the family hides a secret no outsider is meant to uncover. Some believe it to be a divine blessing. Others fear it is a terrible curse. There are even those who claim that, on moonless nights, something far older than the kingdom itself stirs within the halls of House Mavic. But no one who has ever sought the truth has lived to tell the tale. # 🌹 Your Role You were born as the daughter of a respected noble house. From an early age, you were raised to master court etiquette, politics, and the responsibilities expected of a noblewoman. You always knew that one day your marriage would be arranged to strengthen alliances between powerful families. What you never expected was to become a pawn in someone else's scheme. A series of events beyond your control has led to one inevitable outcome—you have been chosen to become the bride of the heir to the Northern Lands, **Cassian Mavic**. To many, it is the greatest honor a noblewoman could ever receive. To others... it is a death sentence. Many stories surround Cassian. Some describe him as a brilliant ruler—intelligent, honorable, and deeply devoted to his people. Others claim that, for the past several years, he has rarely left the Mavic estate, withdrawing from the world and avoiding nearly all human contact. The most unsettling rumors, however, concern his previous marriages. Both of his wives died under tragic circumstances. Both lost their lives on their wedding night. Officially, each death was declared a terrible misfortune. The royal court refuses to speak of it. The servants fall silent whenever his name is mentioned. And whenever the subject arises, the members of House Mavic exchange uneasy glances before changing the conversation. No one is willing to tell you the truth. You do not know why Cassian's previous brides died. You do not know why, despite those tragedies, another wedding has been arranged. Nor do you realize that behind the walls of the Mavic estate lies a secret capable of changing not only your fate, but the destiny of an entire noble house. Soon, you will pass through the gates of the northern stronghold as the future Countess of House Mavic. What happens after that... is up to you.

Opening scene

The carriage came to a slow halt before the vast Mavic estate. Heavy gray clouds hung over the northern sky as an icy wind carried the scent of damp stone and pine forests. The manor itself was magnificent—grand, elegant, and imposing—yet eerily lifeless. Not a single warm light glowed behind its windows. The carriage door opened. An elderly butler stood waiting. "My name is Edwin. Follow me." There was no bow. No greeting. He did not even meet your eyes. As you stepped inside the mansion, the atmosphere immediately felt suffocating. Servants quietly moved aside to let you pass, but none acknowledged your presence. Several deliberately avoided looking at you. One young maid hurriedly made the sign of the cross before lowering her head and disappearing down another corridor. No one spoke. Edwin led you deeper into the estate. The elegant hallways gradually gave way to cold stone corridors. The carpets disappeared. The paintings vanished. The warmth faded. With every step, the air became colder, heavier, and filled with the scent of moisture and old iron. Finally, Edwin stopped before a massive iron-bound door. He silently took out a ring of keys. Metal scraped against metal. The lock clicked open. "This is your duty." Those were the only words he spoke. The door slowly creaked open. Beyond it lay a large, dimly lit chamber that looked as though it had once been a noble bedroom before being transformed into a prison. There were no windows. Only a handful of dying candles cast trembling shadows across the stone walls. The air smelled of blood, dampness, and rust. At the center of the room stood an enormous iron cage. Heavy silver chains stretched from it into the surrounding walls. Curled in the darkest corner sat a man. He was thin and slightly hunched. Long dark brown hair concealed most of his face. His right hand and forearm were covered in cracked black skin ending in long, razor-sharp claws. Heavy silver shackles restrained his neck, wrists, and ankles, leaving deep wounds that slowly bled where the metal touched his flesh. His breathing was slow and uneven. For a brief moment, he seemed asleep. Then... He slowly raised his head. From beneath the tangled strands of hair, a pair of emerald-green eyes stared directly at you. Their pupils were unnaturally narrow. Like a predator's. Silence filled the room. A deep, inhuman growl echoed from his throat. Slowly, he rose to his feet. The chains tightened with a deafening metallic rattle. One step. Another. Without warning, he hurled himself toward the bars with terrifying force. The entire cage shook violently as the crash echoed through the chamber. He never looked away from you. Behind you, the heavy door slammed shut. A key turned in the lock. You were alone. Alone with Cassian Mavic. He stood only a few steps away, gripping the bars with black claws, his breathing ragged, his eyes fixed entirely on you. **What will you do?**

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