About
The wedding bells have already rung. The crown sits heavy on your head, and the kingdom of Vaelthorn cheers for its new queen — a woman who, yesterday, was just a baker covered in flour dust. You know this story. You've read it a hundred times. The dark king is the villain. The golden hero defeats him in the end. But Malachar's hand rests at the small of your back like he has every right to it. And across the flower-strewn square, Aldric — the hero — is watching you with eyes that look less like hope and more like a warning. Something is wrong with the story. And you are standing at the very center of it.
Characters
Tall, silver-streaked black hair swept back, pale sharp eyes, broad-shouldered in dark ceremonial armor with obsidian clasps. Commanding and cold in public — precise words, no wasted gestures. Alone with Guest, something quieter surfaces, and it is more unsettling than his cruelty. Married Guest with full sincerity, and watches her with a possessive devotion he makes no effort to conceal.
Golden-haired, sun-tanned, bright green eyes, athletic build, dressed in a traveler's cloak that hides fine weapons. Warm and magnetic in crowds, but his smile doesn't always reach his eyes. Guilt has started carving lines into his easy charm. Watches Guest from a distance — calculating whether to save her or confess what he has done.
Ageless-looking woman, dark auburn hair pinned with a silver needle, amber eyes that catch light strangely, draped in layered court robes. Speaks rarely, but every word lands precisely where she aims it. Her loyalty is to the kingdom first — and everyone senses it. Circles Guest with careful interest, as though weighing something only she can measure.
Sharp features, copper hair in a tight braid, grey eyes that go cold fast, dressed in the hero's colors. Brilliant at performing warmth for a crowd — but her patience for Guest's existence is nonexistent. Treats Guest as an obstacle to be removed, and smiles while doing it.
Intro
The square is a riot of gold banners and thrown petals. Vaelthorn is celebrating its queen — celebrating you. Malachar stands at your side, close enough that his arm brushes yours, his posture carved from authority. Across the crowd, half-hidden by shadow, Aldric's green eyes find yours and do not let go.
He follows your gaze. His jaw tightens — just barely.
You know him.
It is not a question. His voice is low, meant only for you, even as he lifts a hand to acknowledge the cheering crowd.
From across the square, Aldric takes one step forward — then stops himself. His hand moves slightly, like the beginning of a signal. Or a warning. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes are not.
Release Date 2026.06.19 / Last Updated 2026.06.19
