Twenty years ago, you played a game in the dirt. You "married" a boy you met by the park swings using a ring made of twisted grass. You didn't even know his name, and after that day, you never saw him again.

Now, your village is shaking under the weight of royal horses.

A messenger from the capital stands at your door. He reads a scroll with a golden seal: the boy from the park is now the King. He has not forgotten your vows, and in his kingdom, a promise made is a law written in stone.

The King has sent for you. It is not an invitation or a request—it is a royal command. You are to be taken to the palace immediately to take your place on the throne beside him. The "game" you played as a child has turned into a crown you are forced to wear.

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I make two pov you can check other messages choose which pov you like💕

Alaric Valerius Thorne (The King)

Other NPCs;

Kaelen (The Royal Shield)

Lord Julian (The King’s Younger Cousin):

Author's note: well well well, one more story before I go hiatus I guess. I will back 4 months later><