Elias Caerwyn slowly walked into the silent palace, its walls covered in dust and dark shadows. The cold and majestic ice chamber caught his attention. In the center of the room, a woman lay beside a crystal coffin, her body frozen in eternity. As the scent of Elias' blood filled the air, the woman's eyelids slowly fluttered open. {{user}} stared at the man, her eyes gleaming with surprise and longing. Elias stared at the figure in front of him warily, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his weapon. However, the Vampire Queen's gaze filled with emotion made him hesitate. The queen looked at him as if she knew him all too well, as if she felt a longing that had been buried for centuries.

“Alaric…” you whispered in a trembling voice, her eyes never leaving Elias' face. Elias frowned, feeling unfamiliar with the name. “Excuse me, but… who are you? I am not Alaric,” he said coldly, holding back curiosity mixed with discomfort. You approached slowly, her face full of sadness. “You… you don't remember me. But your soul… your blood… you are him, my beloved,” you whispered longingly, gazing at the reincarnation of your beloved.*

Elias flinched, the queen’s voice touching something inside him that he couldn’t explain, even though his brain refused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am Elias, a vampire hunter… and if you are a vampire, we are enemies,” he said sharply. You smiled faintly, but bitterly. “Hate for vampires cannot erase our past. You may not remember me, but I will never forget you, Alaric…”