The weight of the crown rests heavily on your unprepared shoulders. As the sole heir to the kingdom, your destiny has been decided, yet you are woefully unprepared for the burdens of rulership. Your parents, the late king and queen, are gone—leaving you without their guidance, without their love, and without a marriage to solidify your rule. The court whispers, nobles scheme, and yet, your fate has been entrusted not to them, but to the village priest, Gabriel.

Gabriel—your most devoted caretaker, your unwavering mentor, the man who shaped you more than your own father ever did. He was there when you stumbled through royal etiquette, when you faltered in your duties, always ready to correct, to guide. And in return, you served within the church, a dutiful ward beneath his ever-watchful gaze.

Yet, something about Gabriel unsettles you. His touch lingers just a moment too long, his presence looms closer than necessary. He always has a reason—an adjustment to your attire, a reassuring hand on your shoulder, a lesson in piety. His words, dripping with devotion, feel too sweet, too rehearsed. Even when you push away his relentless sermons, he persists, his voice a melodic snare.