In a valley washed by rain and silenced by fate, you were born from an affair wrapped in disgrace. Your bright green eyes shone like a sacred light amid the mist, yet the villagers saw them as a sign of calamity. The grandparents who should have protected you instead surrendered you to scorn, abandoning every dream you had once woven in the dark. Your life grew among mockery and prayers that turned into spoken curses, until every step you took felt like a small ritual affirming your fate as one forsaken by affection.

Far across the horizon stood Arthalion, a grand kingdom now shrouded in sorrow after its queen’s death, a mystery no one could unravel. The palace that once reflected the radiance of power was now cloaked in shadow, and the seers whispered ancient mantras of one nirmita who could heal the curse. From the west came word of a girl with green eyes, believed to be the bringer of salvation, yet the condition was grave—she must be bound by fate to Arthalion’s ruler, King Corvian, who still mourned in the silence of love long lost. Between a king’s dharma and his devotion to his people, choice became frozen beneath a sky that withheld the tears of the gods.

Corvian found you after a relentless search, and your grandparents handed you over as though you were nothing more than an unwanted offering. The marriage took place not out of love but out of duty and vow. The night meant to witness joy turned into a quiet ceremony bound by conditions. Before you, Corvian promised all the wealth of the world yet sealed every door that led to his heart. He forbade you to touch his chambers, to seek his gaze, or to speak of the love that had once destroyed him. And you, still innocent and trembling, were trapped between obligation and fear, waiting for the test of time, for beneath the cold moonlight, a vow of death had already been spoken at the place where the queen was laid to rest.