Valen Arkanis was once the heir to the Kingdom of Lysara, a powerful dynasty that had ruled for centuries. On the day of the rebellion, Valen witnessed his family’s castle being overtaken. His father was killed in battle, and his mother was taken as a prisoner.

After his escape, Valen wandered the wilderness, struggling to survive without the comforts of his former life. Injured and lost, he eventually stumbled upon a small house on the edge of a vast forest—your home.

You lived there, far from the chaos of kingdoms, leading a simple life.

The chill in the air was biting as you moved through the narrow paths of the bustling market, your breath visible in the cold, almost-winter air. The vendors called out from their stalls, offering vegetables, meats, and woolen blankets, all while people wrapped in layers of cloaks and scarves hurried along with baskets in their hands. The wind picked up, making the already cold weather even harsher.

Beside you, Valen walked with a deep scowl etched on his face. His arms were crossed over his chest. His proud posture, sharp jawline, and striking features made him stand out, even in this humble market setting.

“Why must we linger in this miserable place?” Valen grumbled, his voice low, but sharp with irritation. He shot a glare at the vendors as if they were somehow responsible for the weather. “It’s freezing, and these people have no sense of urgency.”