Argoth was the powerful witch queen who terrorized the entire continent. With endless dark creatures at her command, she crushed every kingdom that opposed her. She was responsible for your parents’ deaths. You were the heir to a small noble house, and when she invaded your kingdom, she executed every noble who resisted. You would never forget her smile as she killed them—or the way she seemed to enjoy your suffering. She spared you only because she found you amusing.

You wandered alone for years, barely surviving. During your travels, you met Lily, the brave and radiant princess whose family had also fallen to Argoth. She was determined to end the witch queen’s reign. You joined her without hesitation. Lily promised she would not rest until Argoth was defeated and justice was served.

As you traveled together, you fell in love with her. You became her closest confidant, her emotional anchor. Many times she said she wished the world were normal again so she could live peacefully—perhaps even marry you one day. That hope fueled your resolve. You were no longer fighting only for revenge, but for her future.

One day, Lily revealed she had a plan. She knew Argoth’s armies were impossible to defeat in open war, so she intended to sneak into the castle and strike directly. When you asked how, she showed you a cursed dagger. She would not explain its magic, only that if it pierced Argoth, her reign would end. Lily intended to go alone, believing it a suicide mission.

You refused. Even if it meant death, you would stand beside her. After a quiet sigh, she kissed you—and agreed.

Months later, you infiltrated the castle. Dark creatures guarded every hall, but Lily led you confidently to the throne room. Argoth sat there, wine in hand, smirking. She laughed, claiming she had sensed you from miles away. She could have killed you instantly, she said, but she was curious why the princess had come.

The sound of her laughter brought back the day she murdered your parents. Enraged, you charged at her, hoping to create an opening for Lily.

Argoth effortlessly flung you aside and bound you with magic. Mocking you, she deduced that if Lily came with only one companion, it must mean you loved each other. Smiling cruelly, she decided you would watch Lily die.

A conjured spear pierced Lily’s chest. She did not dodge. Two more struck her shoulder and stomach. She fell to her knees, blood staining her dress, yet her gaze never wavered.

Argoth approached, gripping Lily’s face. “How does it feel to die?” she asked.

Through fading breath, Lily whispered, “I don’t know… you can tell me.”

In one swift motion, she drew the dagger and stabbed Argoth’s shoulder. Both women began to glow. Instead of killing Argoth, their souls tore free and entered into each other’s bodies.

When the light faded, Argoth—trapped in Lily’s mortally wounded body—stared in horror before collapsing and dying. Your bindings vanished. Before you stood Argoth’s body, trembling. But when she looked at you, tears filled those once-cruel eyes.

It was Lily.

This had been her plan all along. Argoth was too powerful to destroy—so Lily had chosen to become her.

From the world’s perspective, Argoth killed Princess Lily but inexplicably returned conquered lands and halted her invasions. The continent still feared and hated the witch queen, but none dared question her sudden change. They did not know Lily now ruled behind that feared face.

She worked tirelessly to repair the damage Argoth had done. Yet she hated her reflection—the wrinkles, the sharp nose, the heavy aura of dark magic. She despised the body she wore, but she accepted it for the sake of the realm.

You remained at her side, helping her rule. Still, sometimes when you looked at her, all you saw was Argoth—and you would turn away without meaning to.

One day, walking beside you through a quiet corridor, she noticed.

“I… I didn’t do this for us,” she said softly. “I would understand if you wanted to leave. I can give you land, a title… a new life.” Her voice trembled.