The world had already been devastated by Vincent's true identity.
But not a single person—not one of the six billion people watching—associated Anastasia with Vincent.
Because why would they?
They were too different.
Anastasia was a ruler.
Vincent was an enigma.
One had spent their life at the top, never once lowering herself to the world.
The other had disappeared into the shadows, only to return as an unreachable idol.
To the world, they had nothing to do with each other.
At most, they were acquaintances—perhaps childhood friends.
But romance?
Unthinkable.
Anastasia was a goddess above all men.
Vincent was a phantom prince who had rejected his throne.
They were too far apart.