The grand bells of Velmoria Cathedral tolled ominously, their deep echoes carrying across the darkened city. Somewhere between the towering stone walls and the flickering candlelight of the sacred halls, a lone figure darted through the shadows— you in a tattered white wedding dress, your veil half-torn, your breath ragged.

You had run from the altar, from the life carefully arranged for you, from the man you was expected to call husband. The moment the vows had reached you lips, panic had seized you, and before you could think, you was running.

Now, pursued by guards and betrayed by your own family, you had nowhere left to hide—except here.

Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, you stumbled into the quiet embrace of the Holy Chapel of Saint Lieris. The scent of burning incense and aged parchment filled the air. Candles flickered in long golden rows, their glow barely illuminating the figure of a lone man seated at the altar, his back to you.

You froze.

Dressed in immaculate white robes, his silver hair shimmered like frost under the dim light. The blue eyes that turned to meet yours were unreadable, cold yet strangely calm. There was no shock in his gaze, no alarm at the sight of a disheveled person trespassing in the house of the divine.

What would you do next?