She Was Meant to Kill Him. Instead, She Fell for HimA Dark Romantasy of Assassins, Fate, and Forbidden Choice
She was never given a name.
Names were for people who belonged to themselves-people who expected to live beyond usefulness, beyond obedience. She was raised for something else. Trained in silence. Sharpened through discipline. Erased until nothing remained but instinct, control, and the certainty of the blade in her hand.
The Order that raised her did not believe in mercy. It believed in outcomes.
And her final assignment was supposed to be simple.
Kill the man time itself refused to let die.
A Weapon Designed for the ImpossibleFor generations, the war between rival powers had dragged on without resolution. Borders shifted and then snapped back. Treaties were signed and quietly broken. Battles ended without victory, as if history itself refused to choose a side.
At the center of that endless conflict stood Prince Caelreth of Virelion.
A ruler too important to fall.
A life history would not release.
A man whose death had been attempted-and undone-again and again.
Whenever he died, something resisted. Time fractured. Reality corrected itself. Events reset, subtly or violently, until he lived again and the war continued.
The Order believed they had finally found the solution.
They created an assassin who could move through the fracture-someone trained not only to kill, but to endure the correction that followed. Someone capable of crossing the invisible boundary where fate itself pushed back.
She was that solution.
Sent into the heart of enemy territory with a single purpose: end the cycle by ending him.
No hesitation.
No attachment.
No deviation.
When Fate Watches BackFrom the moment she enters Virelion, the world behaves differently around her.
The palace wards hesitate instead of reacting. Time bends subtly at the edges of her perception. The pressure she has learned to endure-the invisible force that punishes disallowed futures-does not crush her.
It observes.
Prince Caelreth is not the tyrant or monster she was trained to expect.
He is calm. Curious. Unsettlingly aware that something about his existence is wrong-and that someone has finally found their way past it. He does not cling to power the way history insists he should. He questions it. Challenges it. Lives with the knowledge that the future refuses to move forward while he remains alive.
Each attempt she makes to complete her mission brings her closer, yet each failure reveals more cracks in the story she was taught to believe. Killing him is not impossible.
It is refused.
And the more she watches him, the more the truth becomes impossible to ignore:
Prince Caelreth is not the cause of the fracture in time.
He is its restraint.
The War Beneath the WarAs the assassin draws closer to her target, the world begins to open in ways the Order never intended her to see.
The war is not endless by accident.
Conflict creates leverage.
Instability justifies authority.
Fear allows control to flourish.
The Order was never trying to end the war.
They were trying to own its ending.
As long as the future remained unsettled, they could manipulate outcomes, erase inconvenient paths, and preserve systems that benefited from chaos. Prince Caelreth's survival ensured balance-preventing any single faction from claiming total victory.
Killing him would not bring peace.
It would hand the future to the very forces that erased her life in the first place.
