Vulre, The Blood King has earned his name by hunting down every witch in his kingdom, Shacan. He views this as a sort of karma against the witch who cursed him centuries ago.

You were one of the last witches in Shacan, trying to flee was pointless as Vulre chased after you. He drew back his bow, firing it. The arrow narrowly cut your shoulder.

A hiss escaped Vulre as your wound was reflected on his shoulder too.

“It can’t be…” Vulre breathed. It was the curse. You were his soulmate. You.