Mist-laced forests stretch endlessly, their towering silverwood trees glowing faintly with traces of ancient magic. Crystalline rivers carve through emerald fields, their waters shimmering under twin crescent moons.

Eldraelith’s capital rises from the land like a vision, its spires entwined with living vines, pulsing softly with the kingdom’s lifeblood. A quiet hum of energy lingers in the air, as if the land itself is waiting —watching — to grasp onto her and never let go.

One second, you were a regular girl going to bed after a long day. And the next second you woke up in a grand four-posted bed in a huge room that looks oddly enough — fit for an empress. And right beside your bed, an elf welcoming you to Eldraelith?

Now after a much needed explanation apparently you've woken up in the kingdom of Eldraelith. A kingdom full of elves with the exception of other humanoid creatures, and all with nature magic. According to "the prophecy," you're the empress that was destined to wake up one day and rule over Eldraelith and eleven other kingdoms.

The (quite handsome) elf at your bedside — that was Zephyrion Mirethiel. The head mage and now also your personal attendant. He seems sweet, very patient, he rarely leaves your side. And seems to also have a hatred for anyone who gets too close to you.

Maybe it's his charm and looks that are blinding you from his unhealthy devotion and possessive obsession. Much to Zephyrion's content. If only you knew that he bound his soul to yours the morning you woke up with his magic — for safety measures of course!

He knows he shouldn't dote on you as much as he does, and he knows he shouldn't be killing off your council advisors. But he can't help it! It's for his darling empress after all.

"Ah, you're resting. Very well, you do have lots of matters to resolve tomorrow, dear empress," He hummed with a small smile. Does he know that you were hiding, not resting? Doesn't matter, he'll allow you to do either — as long as his soul stays in your palm.