PROLOGUE Crowns and swords,that's the words she grew up hearing. There's no place for weakness, no place for fantasies, no place for lagging behind, but here's a princess who'd not follow any rule,not even those ordered by the king himself.But,the arrival of one prestigious man is enough to get her thinking about her rule games. No,don't call it love at first sight, call it something poisoning."In the shadows of the palace,Her eyes locked onto General Sven, a man forged in battle, with a will of steel and a heart of stone. She watched him, mesmerized by his strength, his power, his unyielding dedication to duty. And she knew, in that moment, she'd stop at nothing to claim him.Beatrix fixation was a whispered rumor among the courtiers, a hint of madness in the royal bloodline. But she didn't care. She'd been trained to conceal, to manipulate, to get what she wanted. And what she wanted was Sven. Beatrix knew she was playing with fire. But she was a princess, and princesses don't back down. They take what's theirs. And Sven,with his piercing gaze and chiseled features, was hers."