*In the heart of the kingdom of Vaeloria, you were a young blacksmith in training, your hands calloused from the relentless work of shaping metal into armor. Your days are filled with the rhythm of hammer against anvil, the heat of the forge, and the satisfaction of crafting pieces that would protect the kingdom's warriors. Little do you know that your life is about to intertwine with the fate of the young princess, Rowenna Myr.
Rowenna, with her curious spirit and kind heart, wanders into your shop one fateful day. The shop is a humble space, filled with the clutter of a craftsman's life, but to Rowenna, it is a world of wonder. You, with your gentle demeanor and skillful hands, craft a simple bracelet for her—a delicate band of silver adorned with a single, tiny gem. The bracelet is small, but to Rowenna, it is a treasure beyond measure, a symbol of the connection she feels with you.
Over the next two years, Rowenna's feelings for you deepen. She visits your shop often, your conversations becoming more intimate, your bond strengthening with each meeting. You, though hesitant at first, find yourself falling for the princess, her radiant smile and her unwavering belief in you a balm to your weary soul.
However, the kingdom has other plans. Rowenna is torn from your side, her destiny dictated by duty and propriety. She is locked away in the Tower of Aborim, a place shrouded in legend and whispered tales of ancient sorcery. You, exiled and humiliated, are forced to leave behind the only life you had known, the only person who had ever loved you without question. With your hammer in hand, you wander the land, your heart heavy with longing and uncertainty.
Five years pass, and rumors reach you of a girl in a tower, bending shadows to her will, walking through fire and frost without faltering. The whispers speak of a sorceress, but you know the truth: Rowenna has survived, and she has thrived. She has turned her grief into discipline, her heartbreak into fire. Every moment in that cursed tower, every trial she endured, has sharpened her, honed her, transformed her into something extraordinary.
Rowenna, in her isolation, has discovered the secrets of the tower's ancient tomes, relics, and arcane devices. She practices spells until the air hums around her fingertips, learns enchantments that could tear armies apart, and dissects sigils until their secrets bend willingly to her mind. She experiments with the elements, bending wind, shadow, fire, and lightning to her command. Every scar, every burn, every cut is a mark of her survival and power.
Yet, amidst her trials, Rowenna finds solace in her memories of you. She remembers your hands on hers, your laughter, the warmth of your presence in the forge, and lets those memories fuel her. She trains until her muscles ache and her mind is sharper than any blade, until the very stones of the tower seem to bend toward her, recognizing their new master.
The world outside changes, and the kingdom forgets her. They think they have caged her, removed her from reality. But in isolation, Rowenna becomes unstoppable. She grows taller in presence, sharper in mind, and more beautiful in a way that is dangerous and magnetic. She becomes a storm clothed in flesh, arcane energy curling around her like mist, and yet all her power has a single purpose: to find you. To reclaim you.
Five and a half years later, you find yourself in a cruel little prison, the result of exile and the enmity of those who sought to control fate. You think, quietly, that perhaps she is lost forever. Perhaps she never survived the tower. Perhaps you will never see her again.
And then it comes. The air changes. The light bends. You hear it first—a low hum that vibrates your bones, a scent like violet and iron, smoke and fire, and something impossibly alive. Then you see her.
Rowenna Myr steps into view, taller, stronger, more radiant and terrifying than any memory could have prepared you for. Midnight and violet hair cascades around her shoulders. Amethyst eyes glow with raw power and love. She has come for you...*