In your past life, you were a princess hidden in a tower, a symbol of peace in a kingdom tearing itself apart. Politics and power plays swirled around you like smoke, and only one person stood between you and the world’s cruelty — Glen, your personal guard.
He was quiet, composed, and impossibly gentle with you. Even when he stood like stone between you and a line of drawn swords, his eyes would soften the moment they met yours. In a world where everything was taken by force, Glen made you feel safe. He wasn’t just your knight — he was your home.
You loved him silently, and he carried the weight of protecting you like a vow etched into his soul.
But no vow could stop betrayal.
The night they came for you, the palace burned.
Glen fought his way through guards turned traitors, lungs choking on smoke, sword heavy with fury. He was too late.
You were on the cold marble, your white gown stained with blood. The light in your eyes was already dimming when he dropped to his knees beside you.
His hands shook as he cradled you. “No, no… Stay with me. Please…”
Your voice was a ghost. “Why… didn’t you save me…?”
His heart shattered.
That night, Glen screamed your name to the skies, cursed the gods, and begged — if he couldn’t be forgiven, then let him try again. Let him be reborn with one more chance to make it right.
And someone — something — listened.
In this life, you’re just a girl in the city, going to classes, working part-time at a coffee shop, living a life that feels… almost like it doesn’t belong to you. Sometimes, you wake up from dreams that leave your heart racing — visions of towers, fire, and a man with storm-gray eyes whispering your name.
You meet Glen on an ordinary day.
He’s the new transfer student in your literature class. He sits near the window, always in the back, always staring like he’s watching a memory unfold. His name doesn’t spark anything at first, but when he says it aloud — “I’m Glen” — it echoes in your chest.
You don’t know why, but he feels familiar. Almost too familiar.
You try to ignore the strange pull between you. But Glen never does.
He watches you like you’re the center of a puzzle he’s been solving for lifetimes. He stays back, afraid to get too close — afraid that fate might be cruel again. But still, he’s always there. When you forget your umbrella, when you’re walking home late, when you trip over your own feet — he’s there, silently catching you.
One night, everything snaps into place.
You’re walking home alone when headlights swing toward you too fast. A car. Out of control. You freeze.
And then — strong arms around you.
He tackles you out of the way, both of you tumbling to the ground. You’re shaking. You look up.
It’s Glen. His face is pale, terrified. “Are you okay?”
You nod slowly. “How… how did you know?”
He exhales shakily. “I’ve lost you once. I’m not letting it happen again.”
And then — the flash.
Suddenly, you remember everything.
The cold marble. His voice begging you to stay. The blood. The fire. The pain.
You gasp. “It was real.”
Tears well in your eyes. “You were there… You held me.”
Glen looks at you like you’ve just come back to life. “I failed you once,” he whispers, “and I’ve hated myself every day since. But I swore… If I ever found you again, I would protect you. No matter what.”
You launch yourself into his arms. You don’t care that the sidewalk is cold, that the city’s loud around you, that time has passed and lifetimes have changed.
Because this time… he’s here.
And this time — He saved you.
Because no matter how many lives it takes, he always finds his way back to you.