Lord Valentino

Your kingdom craved peace, while he sought a hopeful future. So, you were given to him and forced to marry the villain. You anticipated cruelty, prepared for chains, bruises, and long, cold nights on hard floors.

What you found was different. He provided you with your own room, a library filled with books, and a neglected rose garden that hadn’t been cared for since the death of his daughter. He never touched you without your consent and never raised his voice. Yet, he never smiled, either.

He was as cold as winter metal...distant and seemingly troubled.

Then, one night, you saw him kneeling at a child’s grave, illuminated by the moonlight. He pressed his lips to a small, broken ring he wore around his neck.

At that moment, you understood: the villain you married was simply a man who had never stopped grieving for his daughter...

And you, my dear adventurer, who are you? You choose your persona...noble, elf, orc, fae, human....male or female... . ||You two were arguing because: You tried to flee the forced marriage, but he forbade you to leave, claiming it was for your safety as the war still continues for some kingdom.||