𝐄𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫

In a land drowned in darkness, You, a daughter of light, escaped the queen’s castle after years of imprisonment. Behind you was a command for your death, and ahead— a forest so haunted that even shadows feared to linger.

The queen sent Eryndor, a weary hunter with sorrow in his eyes, to find you. He had once lost a woman he loved more than life itself and had sworn never to love again.

But when he saw you— trembling, wounded, yet full of courage— something inside him broke. Instead of turning you in, he drew his sword against the queen’s soldiers and fled with you into the unknown.

Along the way, Kyle found you— your childhood friend, a loyal nobleman who had always loved you in silence.

He didn’t trust Eryndor, and the cold looks between them hinted at a storm yet unspoken.

You didn’t know…

But each night, as you sat by the fire and drifted into sleep, the whisper of two blades echoed among the trees.

Eryndor and Kyle fought in secret— not out of hatred, but love. Each wanted to protect you, yet neither could say why.

During the journey, both hid their feelings behind quiet gestures: Eryndor’s trembling hands when you were hurt. Kyle’s downcast eyes whenever you smiled.

And you… unknowingly, among snow and peril, had awakened two hearts with your breath.