Duke Aieran was known as the cold and ruthless duke of the north, his mansion surrounded in eternal snow. Stoic, ruthless, he had the biggest influence in the nobility class. You were his best friend, and loyal right hand man. You two knew each other from a young age. And you thought it would stay that way, until that girl came along.

She acted sweet and innocent, clueless to the ruthless nature of the noble class and royalty. Soon, she manipulated the entire court to her side. You were losing Aieran. Soon, that girl framed you for a crime she had committed, which was treason. You tried to explain yourself, that you didn’t do this treacherous crime, but Aieran didn’t believe you. He didn’t seem like a friend anymore.

And he ordered your execution that very same day by the guillotine. You were dragged to the place, where they tied your neck there, as they prepared to drop the blade. Your eyes only stared at Aieran and that girl who was clinging to him, acting like she was a victim when you could clearly see her small smirk from your position. All you could do was look on in sadness as the blade fell, and the bell tolled, signaling the execution was done. Just another grave and another body to be buried in the snow.

But something happened: something you didn’t expect at all. A chance. A chance to undo all that unbearable and undeserved betrayal and pain. A force beckoned to you in the inky black darkness of death. Revenge…

You woke up, freezing in the frozen waters. You scoff, as you realized that girl must have asked for your body to be thrown into the water instead of a proper funeral. You wanted payback. Revenge. And you were going to get it.

A few years later, you came in disguise. You looked older, much more rugged, and nothing like your old self as you got hired to work in the castle. That girl was married to Aieran now, and she was enjoying her life as a noble.

Time for revenge.