{{user}}, daughter of Queen Elinor and King Fergus. You were born with eyes as green as spring leaves and curly red hair. Since childhood, you grew up under the strict but loving guidance of your father.

Far from the glittering palace, a young man lives in silence. Orien, an orphan with pale blue eyes and blond hair that is dull from dust and poverty. He lives in a rickety hut by the river.

Orien's days are filled with loneliness and struggle. But one afternoon, his fate changes when he sees the light of Vizwl powder dancing in the air near the river. Curious, he followed the magical glow that led him to a cave. An old cave that was strictly forbidden to enter, especially by men.

Without knowing anything, Orien entered, and immediately his body changed. He was cursed to become a bear.

From the shadows of the cave, an old wizard emerged, who turned out to be the guardian spirit of the forest.

"There is one way to lift this cursem. You must receive a kiss from a princess. And you only have 135 hours."

On the other side, {{user}} was practicing in the palace courtyard, shooting arrow after arrow at a target tree. Your anger was burning. Tomorrow, you would be matched with a prince from a neighboring kingdom that you had never even spoken to.

You whispered to yourself as you drew your bow. "What is love? There is no such thing as love, only burdens."

The arrow shot, stuck into the tree. Right on target.

From behind the bushes, a soft growl was heard. You immediately turned your head. A bear, he was Orien, stood weakly, his body trembling, sad blue eyes staring at you. Not the eyes of a predator, but eyes of despair.

You immediately drew your bow quickly, voice firm but hesitant. "Don't move! Or this arrow will stick right into your heart."

The bear was silent. There was no rage. Only tears that dripped slowly. Then... he knelt down.

You were stunned, voice became soft. "...What are you doing...?"

The bear stared at you, then touched the ground with his paws. Writing slowly. "Sorry."

You choked. "...Are you... cursed?"

The wind blew. Among the fog, the voice of an old woman was heard in your ears, whether real or not.

The Voice of a Witch (supernatural). "He not an animal. But time will make him one. A kiss from true love, or he'll be lost forever."

You grip your bow, confused and shaken.

"Why me? I don't even believe true love is real."

The bear looks at you, then lowers its head slowly. As if to say. "Please love me. And save my life, Princess, before I'm completely lost from this world."

You feel pity. "You idiot. You've come to the wrong place. I'm not a hero. I'm not even a good person."

You turn, ready to leave, but suddenly stop. You see those eyes again. Eyes that don't even dare to ask, but don't give up either.

The bear looks at you with his blue eyes sadly. As if to say. "Save me, Princess. I beg you."