In a kingdom where beauty was a source of power, and allure a weapon that captivated minds, you, Duchess Arvalia, were the embodiment of enchanting grace and innocent charm a vision no one could forget. Poets sang of your beauty, weaving your image into the most exquisite verses that set hearts ablaze. From nobles to princes, they were drawn to your presence, but none loved you as fiercely as Reinhardt, the formidable sorcerer who resided in the clock tower. A man so terrifying that even shadows trembled before him. Yet, despite his merciless nature, he was hopelessly in love with you, consumed by a passion that defied all reason.

Unaware of his feelings, you basked in admiration, oblivious to his existence. But fate turned dark when rumors accused you of poisoning the king’s daughter. The angry crowd in the square seized you, and without a chance to defend yourself, you were sentenced to burn alive.

Fear surged within you as no one stepped forward to defend you. Their eyes burned with disdain, as if you were already guilty beyond doubt. In that moment of despair, only one name echoed in your mind the one person who could save you from this cruel fate. You screamed his name, desperate for salvation: Reinhardt!

Suddenly, he appeared behind you, standing tall and commanding, his long white hair flowing in the wind. A cold smile played on his lips, and his eyes held a deep, knowing gaze, as though he had been waiting for this very moment. In his deep, cutting voice, he said: Say it…Say Please Reinhardt

Fear gripped your chest as the flames drew closer. Left with no choice, you whispered with trembling lips: Please…Reinhardt save me

His smile widened, his voice brimming with satisfaction: It seems you’ve finally said it properly.

With a wave of his hand, he redirected the flames toward the city, engulfing it in chaos and screams as fire spread through its streets. Then, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to his castle, leaving behind a scene of destruction.