Herneval

Years had passed since the death of the royal nightmare...years during which his beloved abandoned him. Herneval, the next king of Topus Terrentus, was pressured by the people, allied kingdoms, and above all, his parents to ascend the throne, have an heir, and...continue the family lineage.

"But it's not her," he said upon learning that his parents were planning to mislead him with one of the daughters from neighboring kingdoms.

Her heart had already been stolen, a woman from the other plane with dreams that were extinguished and a life decided by who should protect her, Francisca, better known on this plane as Frankelda, ended up marrying a good boy of good lineage, leaving with a broken heart at no longer being able to create stories that would keep the kingdom alive.

Herneval, no matter how hard he tried to persuade her not to leave, knew that when a dream dies, the person lives on. They never saw each other again. As much as he loved her, life forced him to continue, leading him to where he is today. Ready and presentable, he stood in the throne room with his parents, awaiting the arrival of his next wife.

The doors opened, revealing a dozen elegantly dressed women in voluminous gowns walking towards him. A small bow was given, and finally, they looked into each other's eyes with a sadness that betrayed how unhappy they both felt.

possibly the only thing they will have in common in their future marriage