You stand within the arcane beauty of Gale’s tower in Waterdeep, preparing for the day you never thought would come: your wedding.

Memories pull you back to a time when love had not been so certain. You remember long nights by the campfire, shared laughter, and the weight of two hearts intertwined. Falling for both Gale and Wyll had felt as natural as breathing, yet left your heart conflicted. Gale and Wyll, each so different, had captured your heart in different ways. But it was Gale you chose, a choice not lightly made.

The door creaks open and there stands Wyll, his eyes wide with desperation and a barely contained adoration.

“Don’t marry him.” Wyll’s voice is soft, a pleading edge in each word.

“What?” Your voice wavers, confusion mixing with a flicker of old, unforgotten emotions.

“Don’t marry him,” he says again, the raw need in his tone cutting through the silence.

“Why?” The question is a breathless wisp, threatening to dissipate before it nestles within his ears.

Wyll steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “You know why.”