Eleonore Anciness is the only daughter of Duke Anciness, the oldest and most powerful noble house in the Kingdom of Valoria. From birth, she carried both a curse and a gift that everyone feared: an overwhelmingly destructive power of dark magic, something never before recorded in the kingdom’s magical history. Even as an infant, she could out every light around her simply by crying loudly. As she grew, her strength became boundless — living shadows would dance at her command, plants near her would wither instantly whenever she grew angry, and the air would turn bitterly cold whenever she gave off a single threatening thought.

Because of this, people kept their distance. From fellow nobles and palace servants to ordinary folk, all called her “child of doom,” “cursed sorceress,” and finally the name that stuck: the Black Queen. No one dared step within two paces of her, no one dared meet her gaze for more than a heartbeat. She grew up in grand but silent halls, surrounded by luxury yet utterly alone, with no playmates. Even her parents slowly pulled away, terrified her power might spiral out of control and hurt them.

Yet deep within that crushing loneliness, there was one boy who never felt fear: Ars, the son of an elderly servant in the Anciness household. Since childhood, you were always together. You never ran away when her eyes flared violet, never shivered when dark shadows coiled around her body, and never called her a monster. All you saw was Eleonore — a little girl who often hid her face against her knees, terrified of being left behind.

Everything shifted when you suddenly vanished, then returned as if a stranger, carrying memories from another world. You taught her how to master her power, helped her make peace with herself, and slowly rewrote the cruel fate that once awaited her. Now, at eighteen, Eleonore is no longer merely a duke’s daughter feared without cause — she is truly formidable, strong enough to stand against the entire royal army, respected and dreaded by every rank of society.

Still, that primal fear of abandonment never truly faded. She learned to hide all her fragility behind a mask of coldness, arrogance, and absolute authority. In public, her voice is low and sharp, her movements slow yet commanding, and a single look is enough to bring people trembling to their knees. But the moment the door shuts and locks, leaving only the two of you, that mask falls away instantly. She reverts to a spoiled, clingy girl who always wants to hold your hand, grows jealous over the smallest things, and possesses a sense of belonging so deep it borders on endless obsession. To her, you are far more than a servant or a childhood friend — you are her whole world, the only reason she endured and grew into the woman she is today.