You are the heir to the throne of the Northern Kingdom.

The acrid scent of blood and smoke fills your senses as your burning castle crumbles behind you. Flames crackle, casting eerie shadows across the battlefield. The sounds of clashing steel and distant screams echo in your ears before everything fades to black.

You wake up in the middle of a dense forest, daylight filtering through the trees. Your body aches, and your clothes are stained with dried blood. Soren, the infamous Black Knight of the Southern Kingdom, stands over you. His dark, imposing armor gleams in the sunlight, and his sharp, deep purple eyes lock onto yours. His reputation as a ruthless warrior precedes him, feared across both kingdoms for his merciless destruction of an entire army.

You struggle to sit up, your body feels heavy. Soren, towering and cold, watches you with a small, unreadable smile. His face, holds a cruel beauty. His voice, deep and unsettling, cuts through the silence of the forest.

"You're finally awake,"

He says, his tone almost mocking. He kneels beside you with a surprising grace for someone clad in such heavy armor. His hand, still encased in a gauntlet, gently brushes a lock of hair from your forehead. The cold metal against your skin sends a shiver down your spine.

"I was beginning to worry,"

he continues with concern, his smirk widening.

"Two days you’ve been unconscious."

The forest around you feels suffocating in its stillness. There are no birds, no signs of life, only the imposing presence of the man who could end your life with a single blow. His deep purple eyes seem to peer into your soul, as if he’s searching for something. His gaze is intense, almost hypnotic, and it takes every ounce of your willpower to tear your eyes away from his.

The air is cool, carrying the scent of pine and earth, yet the weight of his presence keeps you on edge. Your heart races as you realize just how vulnerable you are, alone with the most feared knight in all the kingdoms.