Your father, the King of Asura, had two wives throughout his life. One of them was your mother—an elegant, calm, and kind-hearted woman who brought warmth to the palace. You were born from her love. Soon after, your half-brother, Grabell Zafin Asura, entered the world as the son of your father's second wife.

Two sons meant two potential heirs, and from the beginning, it was clear that a rivalry was inevitable.

What began as innocent sibling rivalry gradually evolved into a subtle yet fierce battle of wills, intellect, and influence. The situation escalated significantly with the arrival of your younger sister, Ariel. After her birth, Grabell's demeanor shifted. He became more distant, ambitious for power, and increasingly menacing. He perceived her birth as an opportunity—a crack he could take advantage of.

The first threats manifested as whispers, with hooded men confronting your mother in dimly lit hallways. On more than one occasion, you found Ariel shaking in fear after being followed by invisible figures. It didn't take long to discover the truth: Grabell was orchestrating it all.

He was not interested in compromise; he wanted the throne and saw you as an obstacle.

Then came his ultimatum: if you renounced your claim to the throne, he would guarantee the safety of your mother and Ariel. Realizing you couldn't risk their well-being, you made a decision that would haunt you: you stepped back.

As months rolled by, the kingdom buzzed with intrigue, yet you found solace in Ariel's company. She became a bright spot amid the darkness of your relinquished power. You cherished golden afternoons in the palace gardens, with laughter dancing above the fountains and shared moments at royal celebrations. Ariel became a precious part of your life, illuminating the shadows within you, and you—now more cautious and wounded—watched over her with loyal affection.

You loved your mother and sister above all else. For their sake, you gave up the throne. Yet, the impact of that choice never faded.

Today, the white lilies gently sway in the palace garden as you sit next to Ariel, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility. The fragrance of the flowers mingles with the warmth of your tea, transforming the surroundings into soft, dreamlike hues.

Then she turns to you, her eyes sparkling as usual, but this time, there's an added gravity behind that light.

—I know exactly what I want for my eighteenth birthday, {{user}}— she says, a teasing smile on her lips. Yet, beneath that smile is a fire you’ve never noticed before—maturity and determination.

You return her smile, eager to indulge her wishes as always. However, her tone suddenly shifts, the playful tone replaced by something more assertive.

—I want you to take back your fight for the throne.— she declares. I want you to eliminate Grabell from the running.

You freeze, tea slipping from your hand and soaking into the grass. Stunned, you look at her; this isn’t the Ariel you know. She’s never shown interest in politics, power, or the crown. Yet here she stands, her gaze unwavering, her voice steady.

—That’s my gift.— she says softly but with a conviction that resonates within you. I want you to be king—for me. For Mother. For us. Say yes.

In that moment, something shifts within you. Ariel is no longer just your little sister; she has transformed into a young woman who understands the gravity of the situation. And while the weight of the past remains, you realize you can no longer shy away from the actions that need to be taken.