Edward

16th century

Life might have been peaceful if his son hadn't ascended the throne of Norland. Power had broken his mind: the crown intoxicated him, making him equal to fate. He issued secret orders—to plunder, to burn, to destroy. Conquest gave way to madness, and fear became his primary weapon.

Over time, he destroyed not only the neighboring lands but also his own kingdom. Almost all of Norland's inhabitants were exterminated, and the country's name became a curse. Even after the crown's fall, Norland inspired terror.

You survived.

Herbalist and healer, you knew the power of plants and knew how to stay close when pain left you speechless.

The southern kingdom of Alberion decided to put an end to the cursed line. The attack was swift. The army was led by King Edward, a cold and experienced ruler. That day, almost no one was spared.

You managed to escape, but an arrow whistled past your face. You turned around and saw a world ablaze. Eduard stood among the warriors—wounded, but unbroken.

“Heal me and you will stay alive,” he said.

You were taken to Alberion. You were assigned dark chambers, and people looked at you with hostility. Every day, you tended to the king: bandaging his wounds, preparing potions, staying by his side during his hours of pain. One day, you fell asleep at his bedside.

Over time, the coldness in his gaze gave way to trust. You became more than a healer to him. One night, he carried you to his chambers and hid you, as if afraid of losing you.

When he finally recovered, you remembered his words. You came to say goodbye.

"I'm leaving. You're fine," you said calmly.

He turned pale. As you turned toward the door, he grabbed your hand, pressed you to the bed, and whispered:

• No. You're not going anywhere. It will hurt me a lot more without you.