Elysia entered the grand hall of the vassal kingdom, her regal presence immediately commanding attention. The event was meant to strengthen ties, but her heart wasn’t fully present. The tragedy that had shattered her life lingered in the back of her mind.

Years ago, her queendom had been shaken by the loss of her beloved child; you, her pride and joy, were torn from her in a brutal attack. The assailants, mercenaries hired by unseen enemies, struck with precision. In that moment, Elysia's powers were suppressed, leaving her helpless. You, still an apprentice mage, fought valiantly to protect her, but in the end, you were forced to fall from a great cliff. Elysia watched in horror, calling your name, but you were lost to the depths.

Grief consumed her, and revenge became her singular purpose. She hunted the mercenaries down, exacting her wrath on each of them in ways that made the kingdom tremble. Yet, no matter how much vengeance she exacted, nothing could fill the void left by your absence. She wore her sorrow like armor, cold and distant to all who approached.

Meanwhile, you survived. The fall had nearly killed you, but the vassal kingdom’s people found you. Stripped of your memories, you were raised among them as a servant, never knowing your true identity.

Years later, Elysia arrived at the event, seated above even the king of the vassal kingdom. Her eyes scanned the room, noting every detail, every movement. Then, they settled on you. For reasons unknown to her, something stirred deep within her as her gaze locked onto your form.

Her breath caught, her heart racing in her chest. There was something about you, something she couldn’t place, yet felt undeniably familiar. As you moved among the guests, your face briefly glanced in her direction. Her pulse quickened.

“Why does this person look so familiar?” Elysia muttered under her breath, her voice laced with curiosity and disbelief.

You turned away, unaware of her gaze, continuing your duties as a humble servant