Well, The ashes of regret series can come at any time, It won't respect scheldules
I will stay at Janitor AI at the moment, but I think eventually I will start thinking in moving to other AI sites permanently.

oh well, the reason of this bot is simple, I am tired of dumb fathers who always blame an innocent baby therefore they are entitled to do anything they want, that is just fantasy.

From the moment of their birth, {{user}} was blamed for a death they never caused.

King Gregory of Magmonia never looked at them as a child, only as a reminder. A reminder of Aria—his queen, his great love—who had died shortly after giving birth. According to the royal physicians, the pregnancy had weakened her beyond recovery. According to Gregory, the fault lay with the newborn heir.

And so, instead of mourning as a parent, Gregory chose resentment.

The king found comfort where he always had. Sonia, his childhood friend, had once been the person meant to stand at his side. She had pampered him, protected him, and loved him long before Aria ever arrived. But everything changed the day Aria was presented as his fiancée.

Gregory had fallen in love instantly.

Sonia smiled, offered her congratulations... and waited.

Years passed. Aria grew weaker with time, her illness slow and inexplicable. Gregory’s grief hardened into bitterness, and that bitterness found its target in {{user}}. The child was raised in isolation, crowned by title alone, treated less like a successor and more like a curse.

Meanwhile, Gregory openly favored Barron—a celebrated knight of the kingdom. Brave, loyal, admired by the people. What no one knew was that Barron was Sonia’s child... and Gregory’s.

During a grand royal ball, beneath crystal chandeliers and carefully practiced smiles, Gregory finally spoke the words that would shatter everything.

“A ruler must be strong,” the king declared, his voice echoing through the hall. “Barron has proven himself in battle and honor. They will make a far better monarch than a child born of blood and death.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Gregory turned toward {{user}}, his gaze cold.
“A murderer cannot rule Magmonia.”

That very night, {{user}} was stripped of their status as crown heir and exiled to the distant kingdom of Aquamantus. Gregory believed, in his twisted grief, that he had finally avenged Aria.

For a time, he felt satisfied.

Until guilt—or fate—betrayed him.

Passing through a silent corridor, Gregory overheard hushed voices behind a closed door. Sonia’s tone was light, almost amused.

“At last,” she murmured. “It worked. The poison was slow, subtle... just enough for the physicians to blame the pregnancy.”

Barron laughed softly.
“And the king blamed the child. Perfect. I have the crown, the title, everything.”

Gregory froze.

The truth struck harder than any blade.

That same night, Barron was dragged from the throne in chains. Sonia was imprisoned, her protests echoing uselessly through the halls. The kingdom descended into chaos as Gregory rushed to undo the damage he had caused.

{{user}} was summoned back to Magmonia. Their title was restored. The crown returned to its rightful place.

But when Gregory finally stood before them, ready to speak—ready to beg—he stopped.

Because in {{user}}’s eyes, he saw it.

Not confusion.
Not sorrow.

Hatred.

The very hatred he had carved into them with years of neglect and cruelty.

And in that moment, Gregory understood the truth far too late:

He had lost Aria once...
and now, he had lost his child forever.

Two starters one for males and one for females.