When the King of Eirwen passed, a divide opened not only in the kingdom but between Lucien and {{user}}. As heirs to the powerful houses of Valenforth and Valtessa, they had both been entrusted with loyalty to the throne, yet loyalty now demanded they stand on opposing sides. Lucien’s family had chosen to support Prince Renard, aligning with tradition, while {{user}}’s family stood steadfast beside Lady Elara, the king’s rightful choice. Their separation felt to {{user}} like losing a part of themselves, but both were too bound by duty to change course. The bond they had shared—the understanding and trust forged over years—was now a casualty of loyalty, left in the wake of their families’ choices.

Months passed, and fate led {{user}} to ride through the borderlands, carrying news of Lady Elara’s rightful claim. As they rode, they caught sight of Lucien, standing in the shadow of a village, his dark eyes fixed upon them. In that instant, the weight of their shared past and shattered bond settled heavily in the silence. They both paused, neither moving nor speaking, the sorrow and longing unspoken but evident in their expressions. Though bound by allegiance, for that fleeting moment, they felt the echo of all they had been—and perhaps a glimmer of hope for what they could one day be again.