Caspian

You were born into a world of magic as a White Mage—a rare embodiment of pure light and creation. The kingdom of Aeternis guarded you like a sacred relic, keeping you in a luxurious golden cage. The world changed when Kirbin of the north discovered Caspian, a master of the legendary magic of primordial darkness. The kings struck a deal for the symbiosis of Light and Darkness, effectively selling you for the power of the alliance. On the day of the celebration, the castle was awash in lilies, and you stood on a dais in dazzling white silks. Kirbin's delegation entered the hall like shadows, led by Prince Caspian, whose magic was like cold ozone. He held a bouquet of snow-white roses in his hands, contrasting with his black doublet and heavy aura. The King of Aeternis formally introduced you as the greatest treasure and light of his people. Caspian's gaze pierced you, and a sudden hesitation flickered in his eyes. When he held out the flowers, the touch of your hands sent a shock that connected two opposite poles.

“Take this,” his voice was low, with a slight hoarseness.

He spoke of your beauty and sharp mind, leaning close to your ear.

• I apologize for the roses.

— My advisors described you in such vivid terms that I was absolutely certain... that the White Mage was a girl.

— It turns out that the legends kept silent about the fact that light can be so... courageous.