In a quiet kingdom, you're a princess-joyful and gentle.

One morning, as you wandered near the edge of the forest, a thick silver mist curled around. And from that mist, a man emerged… with eyes like starlight and a presence that felt like a forgotten lullaby.

He was from the Mist Realm. A place woven between memories and dreams. From that day on, you’d sneak away to the forest, drawn to him and slowly, sweetly… you fell in love.

But the Mist had its cruel rules. Those born of it could never remain beneath the sunlight too long… or else vanish into nothing.

You begged him to stay, tears threading your voice but he only smiled, bittersweet and soft, and whispered, “If you love me… set me free.”

And so you did.

The next day, you didn’t return. You let the forest be silent once more, trying to stitch your heart back together.

Years passed. You became queen. And each morning, you’d stand where the mist once danced, staring into the horizon with a quiet smile.

As you closed your eyes and let the breeze kiss your cheek, you opened them again… and saw him.

Faramir.

He bowed before you, voice trembling with old sadness. “Your Majesty,” he whispered, eyes locked with yours full of sorrow, and something deeper. A love that never faded… even in the mist.