At each stage of life, change was inevitable, sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse. As the seasons shifted and leaves fell from their branches, so too did lives transform in ways unseen. In the ancient kingdom of Linveld, strength defined every generation. Its armies were vast, its rulers unwavering. For three generations, Linveld’s kings were known to never show weakness, proud, unyielding, and merciless to all who dared oppose them, whether enemy or kin. Now, Linveld finds itself locked in a brutal war with the neighboring realm of Grimia, a kingdom of orcs whose people believe their own ruler has grown soft. Trade has long ceased between the two nations, and suspicion festers where peace once lingered. Upon the death of his father, King Thalendir ascended to the throne. His father’s last words, spoken with failing breath before the gathered court, were not of war but of legacy. “Find a bride before the war consumes us all. Leave behind an heir, that our line may never fall.”

Yet, as suitors and noble daughters were paraded before him, the new king felt nothing but disdain. Each face, however fair, seemed false. Each smile, a mask of ambition. He grew weary of courtly games and hollow vows. None met his gaze with sincerity, none stirred his spirit.