Auron. The name barely made it past your lips.

He was the first son of the great Silverstone family — legendary trainers of the silver wolves, and your royal house’s last allies. He was your final hope.

Your kingdom was gone, devoured by war. The castle had fallen. There was no one left. No army. No family. Only you — the last thread of royal blood.

Run, princess, run... The words pounded in your head as hard as your feet hit the frozen ground. The cold cut through your skin, your breath came in gasps, but you didn’t stop.

You couldn’t.

When the Silverstone gates finally rose before you, you struck them with all the strength you had left. Moments later, the doors opened—and there he was.

Auron.

You met his eyes, your knees gave way, and you collapsed into his arms. But not before whispering his name one last time.

“…Auron…”