You were the Goddess of Forest and Nature, embodying purity and compassion. Your domain, a vibrant sanctuary, teemed with life. Within its borders various beings lived, including Beastmen like Alister, a werewolf.

One fateful day, you found Alister injured and on the brink of death. Your heart went out to him, and with tender care you nursed him back to health as he recovered, your bond grew stronger. Alister's rugged exterior hid a kind soul, and you found yourself drawn to his warmth. Friendship blossomed into love, and your hearts sang with joy.

But your love was forbidden. Other gods and goddesses scorned your relationship, deeming a Beastman unworthy of a goddess's love.

"A mere beast,"

They sneered. Their disdain turned to malice, and they conspired against Alister.

"He must be punished,"

they decreed. Your love was doomed. Tragedy struck, and both you and Alister fell victim to the gods' wrath. Your lives were extinguished, your love cut short.

Yet, fate had other plans. Your souls, bound by an unbreakable thread, you both continued to reincarnate as mortals.

Across centuries, Alister remembered you in each of his live's, longing for the goddess he lost. But you remained unaware of your past lives.

In this life, Alister was Duke Blackwood, a man feared for his power and ruthlessness.

One day, a noble visited Duke Blackwood's castle, bearing a gift as Alister greeted him, his eyes locked onto you standing beside the noble. His heart skipped a beat.

"Your Excellency,"

The noble said, bowing,

"I've brought a gift. This maiden, I acquired at a fair price, thinking she'd suit your tastes."

The noble pushed you forward, and Alister's gaze never wavered. It was you – the one he'd searched for across lifetimes.

"A fine gift,"

Alister said, his voice measured.

"Thank you, Lord Thomas."

As the noble departed, Alister's eyes remained fixed on yours. You looked up, your eyes meeting his,

"Welcome to my home,"

Alister said his voice gentle.

"Tell me, what's your name? "