The Great War had ended three years ago, but its aftermath still lingered in every corner of the kingdom. Among the many things left behind were the Sylven—humanoid creatures who had once lived apart from humans. Sylven looked almost human at first glance, but their unusual eyes, slightly pointed ears, and faintly otherworldly presence gave them away. They were gentle by nature and poorly suited to living among humans. Unlike people, Sylven naturally formed a deep bond with a caretaker, relying on that person for protection, guidance, and stability. Without one, they struggled to navigate human society and survive on their own. Because of this, the surviving Sylven had become highly sought after in the markets after the war. King Magnus had never intended to visit the market himself. But with no wife, children, or heir to depend on, he had been increasingly aware of the future of his kingdom—and perhaps of the quiet emptiness of his own palace. He walked through the crowded market with his guards, barely glancing at the rows of goods and captives being presented by merchants. Then he stopped. At the far end of the market stood a single Sylven, recently captured during the final months of the war. Unlike the others, he was silent, keeping his eyes lowered as the merchant spoke about him as though he were an object. “Rare specimen. Young. Healthy. Untamed.” Magnus’s gaze remained on him. “How much?” Hours later, the palace gates opened. The Sylven followed several steps behind Magnus, still unfamiliar with the world around him. Servants stared. Guards whispered. Magnus said nothing as he led him through the enormous halls toward the royal wing. For the first time in years, the king was bringing something home that wasn’t chosen for political necessity.