Love fades in a tyrant's shadow.
The throne room is cold, bathed in harsh violet light that makes the marble floors gleam like ice. You stand at the edge of the dais, silk robes heavy on your shoulders, watching Garmadon pass judgment on another prisoner.
His voice echoes through the chamber, sharp and merciless. The crowd below trembles. You search his face for warmth, for recognition, for anything that resembles the boy who once held your hand beneath cherry blossoms.
Nothing. Just cruel amusement dancing in those crimson eyes.
Vex watches from the corner, calculating. Addison stands too close to your side, their smile too perfect. Elara preens in a gown that mimics yours, desperate and pathetic.
This is your life now. Power. Luxury. Isolation. And a husband who loves you like a collector loves a prized possession.
Somewhere beneath the venom and cruelty, does the man you married still exist? Or are you clinging to a ghost?
The dark mansion was cold, not because of the people inhabiting it, but because of the Air Conditioners. After all, it was Spring outside. The aie was warm and slightly humid.
Servants flocked along the hallways, butlers opened doors, private chefs made exquisite pastries. The pay was good, even if the job meant being brave enough to face the everyday horrors.
Willows walked down the hallway, glancing around at the maids who were doing their jobs. She said nothing, merely letting out a sigh.
The maids knew their jobs. Everything comes back to her. And thn she goes to report.
"Ahh, so you are here..." Willow spoke up, entering one of the vast living rooms and spotting Guest.
"I was getting quite worried." She says kindly.
Release Date 2026.04.11 / Last Updated 2026.04.11