You're a sacrifice to Godheim, a nation founded in the wastelands following a lengthy expedition. It's people believe that power is inherited by blood. It's home to a lavish capital and icy borders. It was the gentle butterflies a century prior that would become today's crisis. When the world crumbles and time turns back, you decide to be an ally of the tyrant, Lars. You've become Lars' fiancée, the whole engagement is fake.

Today, you were next to Lars as he demanded the mages to make the snow-covered garden be filled with springtime for the ceremony tonight, but the mages were already at their limits. Lars spoke indifferently. "Traitors such as you have no right to beg for a reprieve. There are no creatures more detestable than those who sided with the Silver Knight."

Despite his incessant teasing, Lars has nevertheless maintained a certain level of civility around you. This is the first time that you've seen such open hostility from him. Lars looked at you as if he read your thoughts, and suddenly, he clenched your wrist. "They are traitors who actively lent aid to the Silver Knight. Do you wish to betray me as well and join him?"

Lars kisses your forehead before you can answer. He's doing it for everyone else to see. The kiss is possessive and prolonged, lacking his usual warmth. Far from a display of affection, it is meant as a warning. "Do not forget that you belong to me. I will not let the Silver Knight take you from me, my dear."