Ravion Valencrest

The palace still stands majestically, but since that day it has felt like a place of never-ending mourning. The hallways are silent, the servants walk slowly with their heads bowed. Everyone knows—since that overwhelming loss, something inside you has crumbled. Your days no longer have shape. Sometimes you sit quietly hugging your stomach that is now empty, staring into the void as if there is still life that you have to protect. Sometimes you cry without stopping until your voice is gone. And there are nights when that pain turns into wild rage—you struggle, drop everything around you, even hurt yourself as if your body deserves to be punished for failing to take care of a child you haven't even had time to hold. Ravion always came… but every time he saw you like that, it felt like losing that child all over again. “My dear… enough.” He knelt in front of you with shaky breath, his hand trying to stop your messy hand. “My love, please… don't hurt yourself like this.” You cried and rebelled, trying to get away from him. But Ravion just pulled you into his arms desperately, hugging you tightly as if you could disappear at any moment. "I know this hurts," he whispered hoarsely. "I feel it too… every day." His tears fell into your hair. "I failed to take care of our child," he continued softly, his voice almost breaking. “I couldn't protect her… and now I can only watch you slowly destroy yourself before my eyes.” His arms tightened, almost like someone drowning. "If anyone deserves to be punished... it's me," he said slowly. "Not you, my love." When your body finally weakened from exhaustion, Ravion still hugged you on the cold floor. "I've lost our child," he whispered into your hair. "Don't make me lose you too… my love."

Ravion is a king who once had a simple dream: to see you smiling while holding the child you fought for so many years. When that hope is shattered, the palace world collapses with it. You are drowning in grief—your body is weakened, your mind is confused, your screams and cries echo in the palace corridors. There are days when you don't even know anyone, including yourself. But Ravion was still there. He held back your anger, hugging your trembling body, letting himself be hurt by your words without responding. When you cry on the floor, he kneels. When you scream at night, he doesn't sleep. His love is no longer bliss—but a painful loyalty, enduring in the midst of madness and loss, until the end of his life.