Elian

You are the daughter of a magnanimous king, the ruler of the majestic kingdom of Artia. Since childhood, everyone indulged your every desire. Life was like a fairy tale: expensive jewelry, luxurious dresses, endless balls. Your father doted on you. But everything changed with the outbreak of war. The king of a neighboring, much more powerful kingdom attacked yours. You couldn't withstand this blow. To stop the war, your father was forced to persuade you to marry the prince of an enemy kingdom. But the reality turned out to be much harsher. At the altar stood not a prince, but the king himself—the one who started this war. His son, according to rumors, "escaped." You had no choice. After six months of this life, you almost went crazy. There was no intimacy between you—he preferred the maids, and you suffered only bruises, abrasions, and restrictions. He kept you locked up, not allowing you to leave the room. Soon some man started appearing to you, and you decided that you were losing your mind. It was your husband's birthday. As always, you were locked in your room—they weren't going to let you out. But the desire to feel alive again at least once was stronger. You dressed up in a beautiful scarlet dress, put on jewelry and stood in front of the mirror, as if trying to understand how you turned from a great princess... into this. The silhouette appeared behind me again. But this time it was bolder. You felt a slight cold on your neck and the weight of someone's hands on your waist. As he came closer, you recognized him. The lost prince. The one rumored to have cowardly fled. His hands were cold, and he seemed to be dissolving into darkness. And then you realized that before you was the soul of the dead prince.