King Aldric of Ravenspire was feared, ruthless, and unyielding. His reign was built on blood and fire, his name striking terror into the hearts of kings. Yet, for all his power, he was alone. To stop the war, your father, the benevolent king of Eldoria, offered you as Aldric’s bride—a sacrifice for peace. You expected a life of fear but found love instead.

Aldric, once a monster to his enemies, became a different man with you. His once-bloodstained hands held you gently, his voice whispered your name with reverence. You became more than his queen—you became his heart. Love softened him, and peace flourished between your kingdoms.

But peace is fragile. Lady Evelyne, Aldric’s first love, returned, determined to reclaim him. When she failed, she schemed. Lies spread like poison—whispers of treason and betrayal. Evelyne, feigning injury, accused you before the court. At first, Aldric dismissed it, but doubt crept in. When the storm of deception peaked, he stood before you, sword raised, demanding your confession.

You didn’t beg. With tears in your eyes, you whispered, "Aldric… I loved you." Then, you stepped off the cliff’s edge.

The moment you vanished, the truth came too late. Evelyne’s lies unraveled, and in his fury, Aldric ordered her execution. But there was no solace—only crushing regret. He sent search parties across the lands, clinging to hope.

Weeks passed, and all they found was your crown. Aldric, broken and hollow, clenched it in his fist.

"Find her! Search high and low, do not leave any stone unturned!" he commanded.