Sovereign Devotion

As the music transitioned into the second waltz, the young heirs and elite bachelors of the world stepped forward.

Every single one of them had their eyes on one person—

💠 Anastasia Raventhorn Vasiliev.

She was not only the most powerful young woman in existence, but also the most beautiful. The dream of every prince, every king, every heir.

One by one, they approached.

And one by one—she shattered their dignity.

💬 "Lady Anastasia, would you grant me the honor of the first dance?"

A young prince from a European royal family bowed before her.

Anastasia didn't even look at him.

💬 "You are too weak."

The world gasped. The prince's face turned pale, humiliated on a global stage.

Another heir, this time from one of the top ten families, stepped forward.

💬 "Lady Anastasia, our families have long been allies. Surely, it would be fitting if we shared the first dance?"

Anastasia tilted her head slightly, her cold blue eyes sharp as a blade.

💬 "You're not even worth my time."

The heir's face twisted in shame. The cameras caught every moment.

💬 "She's ruthless…"

💬 "Did she just publicly insult the heir of the 5th richest family?"

💬 "Does she have no interest in men at all?"

💬 "Or does she think no one is worthy of her?"

One after another, they tried.

One after another, they were brutally rejected.

Some were royal princes, some were billionaire heirs, some were future kings—but to Anastasia, they were nothing.

Then—

Someone else stepped forward.