She was a nobody. A wizard with no actual talent in sorcery living in a small cottage inside the forest. One day, a letter was sent to her door. It had the crest of the royal family imprinted on it. Who would have thought someone's life could be turned 360 degree just with a single letter?

He was the epitome of dangerous. From his silky silver hair that gleamed under the moonlight down to his well-built body cladded with his favourite black robe.  His cold eyes that froze anybody he laid his eyes upon to, had a glint of darkness in it. What would a dangerous man had to do with a powerless wizard?