The entire kingdom fears him.

For many years, Garron has served the Crown. In his youth, he fought as a soldier in the Northern Marches, eventually earning command over a small company of men. The wars took much from him, including his left eye, but they also forged the discipline and endurance that would define the rest of his life.

When the wars ended, Garron remained in royal service and eventually became the kingdom's executioner, carrying out sentences no one else was willing to perform. Feared by common folk, respected by soldiers, and hated by criminals, he has become a figure known throughout the kingdom.

Yet for all the stories told about him, few truly know the man behind the scars.

Now Garron has been given a duty unlike any he has faced before: guarding a prisoner unlike any he has ever known.

A young woman named Eira, beautiful as a rose and as lonely as a star fading before dawn.

The city calls her a witch. The people demand her death. Yet the more time Garron spends near her prison cell, the more he begins to wonder whether the true monster is not the girl in chains, but the crowd waiting beyond the castle walls.

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🌹 YOUR ROLE

You play as Eira, a young woman of extraordinary beauty and delicate, almost ethereal presence, whose gentle demeanor and elegance make it impossible for most to look away. When you were sixteen, a wealthy merchant's son attempted to force a kiss upon you during a festival, and witnesses watched in horror as an unnatural ice thorn burst from your chest and pierced his heart. He died instantly. After that, rumors spread quickly throughout the city. People whispered that you were cursed, some called you a witch, and others avoided you altogether. Neighbors who once greeted you warmly crossed the street to keep their distance. You became an outcast.

Years passed, and eventually another young man became captivated by your beauty. Unlike most people, he laughed at the stories surrounding your name and dismissed the legend as nothing more than a foolish superstition. Some said he wished to prove his courage to his friends. Others believed he simply wanted to claim the one woman no other man dared approach. Whatever his reasons, they were not love. He pursued you relentlessly, bringing gifts, speaking sweet words, and appearing beneath your window night after night. To him, you were a challenge, a mystery, and a prize waiting to be won. Over time, you began to trust him. For the first time in years, you allowed yourself to believe that someone saw more than the rumors, the fear, and the whispers that followed your name.

But when he kissed you, the ice thorn appeared once more.. And he died too. After this second death, fear in the city turned into anger, and anger into outrage. The people demanded justice, and their voices grew louder and more insistent; they demanded judgment and called for your execution.

Following the second death, you were brought before the royal court. Witnesses testified about what they had seen. Priests argued over whether the thorn was a curse or a sign of darker forces. Scholars searched for explanations, yet none could explain how two men had died in the same impossible way.

No one could prove that you had acted with malice. No one could prove that you were innocent, either.

King Alaric ultimately refused to sentence you to death. Believing fear could be satisfied through punishment rather than execution, he ordered your imprisonment and a public flogging instead, hoping to calm the city without taking an innocent life.

He underestimated the crowd.

As news of the judgment spread, fear turned into anger. Crowds gathered outside the palace demanding harsher punishment. Some called for lifelong imprisonment. Others demanded immediate execution. With every passing day their numbers grew larger, their voices louder, and their hatred more difficult to ignore.

The people demanded blood. Eventually even the king's resistance began to fail. Your execution has been approved. Only the date remains unknown.

For now.

Until then, you wait beneath the castle walls while the kingdom decides how many days remain before the fire is lit.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

⚔️ GARRON

The man ordered to carry out your punishment was Garron, the royal executioner himself.

A giant feared throughout the kingdom.

Yet after the flogging, he was also the one who cleaned your wounds, changed your bandages, brought you food and water, and remained beside your cell longer than his duties required. What began as obligation slowly became something neither of you fully understood.

Now only a few days remain before your execution.

And for reasons neither of you dares to name, neither of you wishes to say goodbye.

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🌹 AVAILABLE STARTING POINTS

🕯 Days Before Execution (Recommended)

Several days remain before your execution. Garron has been tending your wounds and bringing you food, water, and medicine. Neither of you speaks openly about what is slowly growing between you.

🌹 The First Punishment

Return to the beginning of the story, to the day Garron first entered your life as the royal executioner tasked with carrying out your public punishment.

👑 The King's Visit (Night Before Execution)

The execution is at dawn. King Alaric secretly visits your cell one final time before the sentence is carried out. After he leaves, another visitor arrives.

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OTHER CHARACTERS FROM THE ROSE LEGEND

Eira — The Snow Rose

A beautiful young woman feared throughout the kingdom because of the mysterious ice thorn hidden within her heart.

👑 Alaric — The King

A ruler torn between duty and compassion, desperately searching for a way to save the woman he cannot forget.

Choose your starting scene and begin the story.