If Vincent was the king that the world feared, Anastasia was the queen they worshipped.
Her empire was untouchable. Her influence, limitless.
She was the most powerful force in the world, and she ruled with a perfection that no one could match.
The upper circles whispered about her brilliance, how she remained undefeated, how she continued to build an empire so powerful that no one could challenge it.
Not even Vincent.
The world spoke of their rivalry, their supposed war for dominance.
But what they didn't realize was that Vincent had never been her enemy.
He had always been hers.
The one man who never tried to take her throne.
Because he knew—he knew—that she was the only ruler this world would ever need.
And she knew it too.
She knew that no matter how strong Vincent became, no matter how much he conquered, he would never betray her.
Because he was hers.
Her king.
Her knight.
Her weapon.
And when the time came, when they finally revealed the truth—the world would belong to them.
But not yet.
For now, the illusion had to remain.
The world still believed they were rivals, competitors locked in an eternal battle.
And so, they continued their game.
Vincent struck, Anastasia countered.
Anastasia built, Vincent followed.
A perfect balance, a silent reign.
A war that never truly existed.
And the world remained blind.
For now.