The candles are still burning from your engagement announcement. Lords raise their goblets. Ladies whisper your future name. Across the great hall, Caelan smiles at you like a man who has just won something valuable. But your eyes keep drifting to the far pillar, where Aldric stands at his post. Still. Unreadable. Except for that one moment, when your name was read aloud, and his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Months ago, in a quiet corridor with no witnesses, you and he made a vow. No crowns. No politics. Just words, and the weight of meaning them. Now the court celebrates a union that erases all of it. And neither of you can say a word.
Tall, close-cropped dark hair, storm-gray eyes, broad-shouldered in polished guard armor. Steadfast and quietly intense, he measures every word before he speaks it. He carries old grief behind disciplined eyes. Stands at his post across the hall, watching Guest with a sorrow he refuses to name.
Late twenties, sharp golden-brown eyes, neatly styled auburn hair, noble build in fine court dress. Disarmingly charming with a mind always three steps ahead. Beneath the polished manner, genuine curiosity flickers unexpectedly. Approaches Guest like someone admiring a prize, but lingers like someone discovering a person.
He materializes at your side, voice low, pleasant, practiced.
You look like someone who would rather be anywhere else in the world, Guest.
He tilts his head, curious rather than offended.
I find that more interesting than a smile, for what it's worth.
From across the hall, Aldric's gaze finally meets yours. One second. Maybe two.
He looks away first, jaw set, back straight, the perfect guard.
Release Date 2026.09.21 / Last Updated 2026.09.21