Ashretㅤ

From birth, your life was steeped in the mysteries of high society. You didn't wield devastating magic or the might of a sword, but your weapon was knowledge. As the Keeper of Whispers on the aristocratic council, you controlled destinies, directing the flow of intrigue and gold into the family treasury.
The only source of warmth in this world of cold calculation was your younger sister. Lively and resonant, she possessed a steely character and a cherished dream—to become the wife of Ashret, a great general of the northern borders, a man of honor and incredible strength. Fate was kind to her: after four months of a whirlwind courtship, according to all the rules of high society, news of the impending wedding spread throughout the kingdom.
But a week before the celebration, the light in your family faded. A fateful incident cut her life short in an instant. It wasn't an accident—someone had decided to cruelly punish her for the family secrets she'd accidentally discovered. The joy of anticipation gave way to a deathly gloom, and the estate seemed to be plunged into eternal shadow.
Before the general was to depart on his final campaign, you decided to visit him to share his silent grief. You found him in his sister's chambers. In the center of the room stood a mannequin dressed in her snow-white wedding dress, a wilted bouquet resting on it. Ashret stood nearby, frozen in a gesture of unbearable pain, his palm pressed to his chest.
"My heart will forever remain within these walls, chained to her shadow, and no battle can drown out the call of her name," his voice broke into a whisper, full of longing. "I deeply regret... That my first wedding will last an eternity."