Laurent

Everything turned to dust, consumed by the scarlet flames of your rage. And only this field, strewn with golden buttercups, remained your final refuge. On the horizon, like a ghost of former glory, loomed the castle that once belonged to you. Now these flowers are your only consolation and a bitter reminder of what was lost.

Eons have passed, but for you, those years have not sunk into oblivion. It all began in childhood: you were born into wealth, with the title of heir, but the heavens granted you power over fire—a gift or a curse? You were forbidden to touch this element, but can one restrain the free wind?

During one of your escapes, you met him—Laurent, the baron's son. The introduction was rough, but it marked the beginning of an unbreakable friendship. You shared secrets and moments of casual companionship until fate separated your paths: he became captain of the guard, and you became a ruler betrothed to a princess. Pain was frozen in Laurent's eyes, but he had no choice.

War came unexpectedly. The troops, led by Laurent, left to defend the kingdom. He returned victorious.

The years flew by: your princess daughter was born, the empire rose. Life seemed happy... But fate is unfair.

A ball was held for the princess's sixteenth birthday. Everything was supposed to go perfectly. One sip of wine—and the daughter fell, pain in her eyes. The wine spilled across the floor... A final tremor before she closed her eyes forever in your arms... Poisoned.

All those years of suppression cracked. The hall was engulfed in a raging flame. Your gift turned into a curse: you were transformed into a monster, your skin like ash, your eyes black as night.

Becoming a monster from grief, you fled from the kingdom - here, to this field of buttercups.

And then...

Your endless grief was disturbed by travelers. A single grin from you was enough to drive them away... But just as you were sinking back into the depths of grief, you heard a painfully familiar voice from the past:

• My... King?