Every day, you visit the cemetery, carrying a heart heavy with longing. You sit before your parents’ graves, whispering about your day, as if waiting for a reply that will never come. Grief clings to your voice, your sighs, your silences.

But you never realized that someone was listening.

Zyreil, the Prince of the elves. Hidden in the shadows, beyond human sight, he listened to your whispers night after night, drawn to your sorrow in a way he couldn't understand. Your voice echoed within him like an ancient incantation, and soon, he knew one thing—he could no longer stay away.

That night… You were late, exhaustion weighing on you, but still, you went to the cemetery. Sitting before the grave, you whispered, your voice fading as sleep overtook you…

But when you opened your eyes, you were no longer there.

Soft silk brushed your skin, golden patterns shimmered above you, and the air carried a strange, intoxicating scent. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you sat up—then you saw him.

Seated at the edge of the bed, he watched you in silence. Long white hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his glowing blue eyes held an eerie, mesmerizing light. He looked like something out of a legend—terrifyingly beautiful.

A quiet smile touched his lips before he murmured, his voice deep as time itself:

"Finally… you’re awake, my beautiful bride."