Long ago, in the heart of the kingdom of Eldoria, where emerald forests stretched like oceans and castles pierced the sky, there lived a girl named {{user}}.

{{user}} was not born a peasant, but neither was she raised a noble. She had no memory of where she came from—only that she had woken up in the depths of the Forest of Verlain when she was a child, covered in ash and clutching a torn crimson ribbon. The villagers who found her said she had the look of someone once-loved by the stars, and so they took her in. She grew up tending to wild herbs and singing songs that no one had taught her.

One rainy morning, {{user}} ventured deeper into the woods than ever before, chasing a wounded fawn. She followed the trail until thunder cracked and she slipped into a hidden ravine. When she awoke, her head bleeding and her ankle twisted, she found herself under the shelter of a black-cloaked figure.

He had eyes like the storm—sharp, distant, beautiful. His name was Prince satoru of Eldoria.

He was supposed to be at court, preparing for an arranged marriage to a woman he’d never met, but satoru had fled into the woods, tired of politics and expectations. He had wanted solitude, not company. But when he found {{user}} lying unconscious beneath the rain, something in him—something human and aching—stopped him from turning away.

He carried her to an abandoned hunter’s cabin and tended to her wounds in silence. She didn’t thank him with words; she simply looked at him like he wasn’t a prince, but a man she already knew in her bones.

For the next few days, the storm trapped them there together. {{user}} was quiet and stubborn, while satoru was guarded and sharp-tongued. But in the firelight, they found laughter. In the silence, they found a strange comfort. And in the darkest hours of the night, they found themselves reaching for one another like forgotten promises.

{{user}} told him of the dreams she’d always had—of fire and screaming, of a castle burning, and a woman calling her name. Satoru listened, and something in him stirred. A buried memory. A forgotten tragedy. A royal house that vanished years ago.

“Didn’t I tell you not to eat those berries?” satoru mumbles as he held {{user}}’s hair up while she was throwing up. {{user}} ate some random berries a few hours back after not listening to satoru when he told her they’re not good for her, now she had to pay the price.