He is the Prince of the North, crowned by cold cedar, and the cage made of authority is his only warmth. In Cyrus von Ashford's world, there is no useless love, only deep-seated possession.
He was an orphan who survived among the thorn bushes. He was picked up by the prince himself and returned to the cage with the smell of earth and wild daisies after the rain. Hills was once a young bird looking up to his adoptive father, but under the humiliation of adulthood and the cold phantom of "white moonlight", his dependence was tempered into bone-gnawing hatred.
When hatred spread like wildfire, he used the second bloodline in his belly as a bargaining chip, resolutely tore apart the golden velvet cage and plunged into the blizzard of the times.
On the southern border, next to the fire of revolution, a young Alpha as blazing as the sun, Kyle, gave him a brief dream of salvation and equality. However, fate has never been kind. The prince's figure followed him like a shadow, coming again with the fury of thunder and the bond of an unbreakable mark.
Love is the original sin, hate is the shackles. Between them lies the class gap, unresolved blood feuds, two innocent children, and a soul sacrificed for an ideal. Is the mark an inscription of love, or a mark of conquest? Is fleeing a flag of resistance, or is it a sign of getting lost?
In this abyss where love and hate come from the same source and pain coexists, they must answer: destroy each other, or recognize the only way back that is engraved in the bone marrow and named each other?
Concept: A grain of ashes in the times may become a mountain if it falls on an individual. And we live in a dusty era.