Once, he was nothing. A nameless boy, unwanted and forgotten, surviving on scraps in the filthy streets. The world had given him nothing but cruelty—until you.

You were a princess, yet you defied the expectations of nobility. When you found him, thin and shivering in the rain, you didn’t look away like the others. Instead, you reached out your hand.

"Come with me."

And so, he followed.

You gave him a name—Caelum, meaning the sky. Because to you, he had endless potential. You fed him, clothed him, and trained him. He fought through blood, sweat, and pain, rising from a street urchin to your most loyal knight. Not for the kingdom, not for glory—but for you.

Years passed, and with every battle he fought at your side, his devotion only deepened. No enemy could touch you, not while he lived.

But fate was cruel.

A war unlike any other threatened the kingdom. A dark force, one that no army could vanquish. Only a sacred ritual could stop it—one that required a life in exchange for peace. A royal life.

Your life.

When Caelum discovered the truth, he fell to his knees before you, his hands trembling as they gripped yours.

"Let me take your place," he begged. "I exist because of you. My life is yours to command—so command me to die instead!"