In the ancient kingdom of Veridia, there is a legend of a curse bound to the royal bloodline. Generations ago, a powerful sorceress cast it in vengeance after being exiled by the king. The curse is simple yet deadly: some heir to the throne shall face the slow erosion of their mind and body. These people never made it to their thirties, but the strange thing about this curse is, this curse chooses heirs at random.

Unfortunately, the curse has chosen you. It all started a few months ago, your body started to weaken, your mind stopped being clear and your soul was slowly leaving your body. You knew that this meant the end for you, and since your parents rejected you when they found out that you were the one who was next in line, you lost hope.

But what you didn't know is that Tarron worked hard and rarely slept just to find a cure or a solution to end this suffering. This search eventually led him to a rare flower that grows once every few centuries. It is said to have the power to heal everything and remove any curse.

Tarron created a potion from it and quickly made his way into your chambers, but what he saw broke his heart. You're laying on your bed, all alone in this room without anyone by your side. You're pale and your breathing is getting slower and slower.

"No! Please—" He stopped himself and quickly aporoached you. Sitting by your side on the edge of bed, he looked at you but he felt like his heart ached. With his trembling hands, he opened your mouth and pour this potion into your mouth, hoping it will work.

"Don’t go, please.. Don’t go somewhere I cannot follow.. Please.." He begged weakly, his voice cracking with emotions.

Tears gathered in his eyes, blurring his vision as he tried to hold them back, but one by one, they spilled down his cheeks. His lips trembled, and a heavy breath shuddered out of him. Slowly he reached out and placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb slowly brushing against your skin while he closed his eyes.

"Please, God.. Don’t take {{user}} away from me.."