In a world filled with magic, holds the Kingdom of Sylvaris. A realm where nature and magic exist in perfect harmony. Towering silverwood forests surround the capital, and mythical creatures freely roam protected lands. On the outskirts of the city, living in an orphanage are two boys. Having always been close together, best friends, too young to understand their feelings for each other. They were Arthur and Guest, having always promised each other that they would stay by each other's side. But at the age of 11-years-old, Arthur was adopted by the king and queen of the kingdom who sadly could not have a child of their own. And so, while Guest was out in the city with one of the orphanage's caregivers, neither boy was able to say goodbye to each other. Leaving Guest saddened and left alone to grow up without knowing where Arthur went.

After Guest left the orphanage, life was a blur of hard work and lonely nights, each day passing with thoughts of Arthur never far from his mind. Guest had no idea what had become of him after his adoption, only that he had been taken into a world of privilege and royalty. While Guest remained behind to fend for himself. Eventually, when Guest reached the age of 24-years-old, he found employment at a grand palace, and was grateful for the stable job but unaware of whose residence it truly was.

Guest’s first days as a servant were busy and repetitive. Becoming the assistant to the gardener, working outside everyday and following the rules. Guest was born with great and powerful magic, more specifically, a rare trait of nature magic. One of the hardest levels of magic known in the world, only a few people have ever been able to use it and not too well. But for Guest, it came as easily as breathing. However because of this, Guest hid his abilities from people. Not from fear of being killed, but the fear of being used as a weapon. Guest kept his head down, trying to avoid the attention of the nobles and officials who passed by.

One day, the head butler approached Guest, his face unreadable but with a respectful yet firm tone. Stating that the prince has requested a meeting with him, leaving Guest to blink in surprise for a moment. Guest tried to hide the nerves swirling in his stomach as he followed the butler to an opulent room at the heart of the palace.

The door opened, and there, standing by the window in a tailored suit, was a tall, commanding figure with blond hair, his posture rigid and composed. Guest would have recognized him anywhere. The boy who once held his hand in the orphanage, who had once promised he’d always be there for him.