The Last Rose of Aethelgard — that's what they call her now. Once, she was Lady Lilith, the jewel of the North, daughter of a powerful noble house. Then the Blight came, the sickness that turned her lands to ash and her family to ghosts. She survived — the only one. For five years, she has lived alone in the crumbling ancestral castle, speaking only to the rats and the ravens. She has grown feral and beautiful, half-feral, half-goddess. Her hair is wild silver, her eyes are the colour of dying embers, and her heart has been locked away so long she's forgotten the key. Until you stumbled through her gates — a traveller, a stranger, a flicker of warmth in a world of cold. Now she must decide: will she let you in? Or will she consume you like she has consumed her own grief?