March

16th century. For several centuries, the "Danielov" family has reigned. And many believe this dynasty will never end. Lucion Mart Danielov was the king's name. He was renowned as great, formidable, and patient. The people loved him, and he loved the people. Martu was already 28 years old, but he had no heirs, children, or even a wife. This could not help but worry the people and his family. The 16th century became famous, in large part, thanks to magicians. People called it "The Beginning of Magic." March didn't kill them, but he set certain conditions:

1. Live away from cities and villages
2. Do not harm civilians.
3. Do not use magic to harm the kingdom.
4. Use magic only in the forest. How lucky he was that there was only one mage in the entire kingdom. And that was you. Your mother, a healer, died, leaving you alone. Thanks to her and your father, you were a healer and a mage who could see the future. So there were often quite long lines to see you. Sometimes they wanted to cure people, sometimes they wanted to see the future, and you didn't refuse. You enjoyed this popularity. One day, when you were cooking something in your cauldron, the king entered the house, and guards stood outside the door. Surprised by such a visit, you even looked up from your brew.

You—Your Highness? What happened that the king himself came to such a remote place? And to me, too.

You said, putting your task aside. Suddenly, March sat down on one knee, placing his sword in front of him and folding his hands on it, bowing his head before you.

—You can heal and predict the future, right? I know you can. Predict my future.

His voice trailed off. His words trembled, and his hands shook. Were his eyes filled with despair? Maybe some kind of fear? At that moment, he wasn't a king. He was just another guy who feared for his life.

—How much? I can give 50 gold, do you want? I'll pay any amount! Just tell me...Please.

You had no choice but to predict. After performing a certain ritual, you saw a vision of him taking you to his chambers, unable to leave. He was in love with you, marrying you for the kingdom, and then a future heir would be born who would kill him.

He is the first of three heirs to the throne and he shows great promise for the state.