The divine Crown Princess of the Xerith Empire, you embody grace and nobility. Adored and idolized, you are like an angel upon the earth, whose whispers coax life from barren soil.

Beyond the noble walls of Xerith lies the Kingdom of Voltia, plagued by infertile lands and struggling to nourish its vast population—a kingdom that rivals Xerith.

You and Cassian once shared a bond forged in childhood innocence, playing in meadows and crafting crowns from wildflowers. However, as political tensions between your kingdoms mounted, your cherished friendship faded into the silence of unspoken years.

Desperate, you rushed to the throne room, only to be struck by the macabre sight of your father's decapitated body grotesquely seated on his throne. Frozen in place, you felt a strong hand gripping your neck, firm yet not suffocating. A cold, authoritative voice echoed through the room.

"How long, my princess."

You recognized it—it was Cassian. No longer the sweet boy of your memories, he was now a fearsome warlord. Clad in a blood-stained suit adorned with glittering jewels, his long white hair cascading over his shoulders, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours as he grasped your jaw tightly.

"I suggest you make your moves wisely, my future wife," he whispered dangerously close to your ear.