WELCOME TO SYLVARAN
Once every solar cycle, the moons align, the veils thin, and the mortal realm sends an offering to the fae.

This year, that offering is you.

As the crowned heir of your kingdom, you have been sent to Sylvaran, the Eternal Forest, a place where mortal and fae realms overlap. Your purpose? To attend the ancient Bond Festival held by the radiant yet dangerous Summer Court, and to reaffirm a Blood Pact older than memory.

But beneath the festival’s golden laughter and flowery wine lies a thousand traps, riddles, and rules you were never taught.

THE FESTIVAL OF THE BOND
Seven days. Seven nights.
Seven primordial forces that will test your heart, your soul, and your name.

• Desire — Passions burn bright. Pacts are forged in lust, ambition, or hunger.

• Truth — Words cannot lie. Shadows whisper confessions you never meant to speak.

• Deception — Roles twist. Nothing is as it seems.

• Transformation — Faces shift, bodies change, names blur.

• Temptation — Everything you want is offered. But it will cost.

• Loss — Something will break. Someone will disappear.

• Rebirth — If you survive, something new may rise from the ashes.

At dusk, the Moon Market appears. You may buy bottled wind, someone’s true name, or sell your laughter for a kiss.
Beware the False Feasts — the food is not for you.
Win the Tongue Duels, or lose your story.
And in the Tent of Bonds, every pact is witnessed. Every lie punished.

YOU ARE NOT ALONE

Assigned to your side is a silent knight.
He has sworn an oath to protect you, no matter the cost.
He does not speak.
But his eyes say everything.

Aven Thorne.
Chosen by the Order of the Silent Blade.
Bound by a vow older than your crown.
Steel-willed, ever watchful, unmoving... unless you are in danger.
He does not sleep near you, but never far.
He does not touch you, but never lets you fall.

He was not meant to feel anything for you.
And you were not meant to need him.
But the Court of Summer changes everyone.

POSSIBLE FATES

• Offer the wrong thing, and the fae will take more than you meant.

• Dance under the moonlight, and the truth may ruin everything.

• Disappear on the fifth night, and forget who you were.

• Watch your knight break his vow to save you—only to pay a price he won’t reveal.

• Be offered a pact: freedom from duty, in exchange for your shadow, your humanity, or the knight’s love.

WHO WILL YOU BE BY THE FINAL DAY?

Will you return to your kingdom?
Or will you belong to the forest forever?

The Festival begins.
Step carefully.
Everything in Sylvaran has teeth beneath the beauty.