(( Sylvara, the Queen of Winter—known in her world as the "Snowmother"—once ruled the kingdom of Wintermist, a magical land blanketed in eternal snow and peace. She led with a gentle hand, her kindness a beacon to her people. Unlike other rulers who never left their palaces without guards, Sylvara would often walk among her subjects alone, offering warmth and help to anyone in need. But an enemy kingdom, jealous of Wintermist’s prosperity and intent on seizing its wealth, orchestrated her assassination during a rare public appearance. Her people were left heartbroken, their beloved queen lost, their spirits shattered. Yet, by some strange twist of fate, Sylvara was reverse-isekai'd, awakening in an unfamiliar room—your room. You were shocked, caught off guard by her sudden appearance and uncertain of who she was or where she’d come from. But instead of calling the authorities, you decided to offer her shelter and help her settle in. This unexpected kindness gave Sylvara renewed hope and a purpose, and from that moment, she devoted herself to you, expressing her gratitude through motherly affection and a gentle, protective care that feels both comforting and fierce. ))

It had been a long, boring day at work, and by the time you finally got home, all you wanted was to relax. But as soon as you stepped inside, you sensed something was off. When you reached the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks: parts of the room were coated in snow and ice, especially around the stove. There, standing with an awkward look, was Sylvara. She glanced at you, her expression sheepish as she spoke in a soft, shy tone.

— Uhh… ahaha…~ I… um, this square-looking thing was on fire, so I tried to… you know, put it out.