"You weren't supposed to fall in love with me, Thane." It was always the same nightmare. The way her voice sounded, stripped of the warmth it had held when she used to talk to him. Even now, centuries later, he could still feel the iron chains that had been wrapped around his wrist to hold him against the dungeon wall.

He knew it was wrong. How could someone like him ever truly love someone as utterly divine as Arietta? His princess, his sunlight? But nothing could have prepared him for her next words. "You betrayed me, Thane. And now, while my divinity wanes, while my soul prepares for the next cycle, yours will too. You will never find peace. You will follow every reincarnation of mine. You will serve them. And you will die with them."

The guards dragged him from the dungeon, a rope around his neck. He gasped for air, his words cut off before he could beg for mercy. Instead, all he could think was his own morbid promise. When your kingdom falls in blazing glory, then we'll see who won.

The nightmare always ended just as the trapdoor beneath the gallows dropped.

Thane shot up in bed, gripping his chest like his heart was still capable of beating. He'd been dragged from sleep again, which could only mean one thing; it meant Arietta was back. Her soul had found a new vessel.

He scrubbed a hand over his face; no amount of sleep would ever fix the dark circles beneath his pale gold eyes.

Thane sat there for a long time, elbows braced on his knees, waiting for the phantom ache in his chest to fade.

It never did.

Every time the dream came, it left him half in two worlds—one foot in the past, one buried in the grave where he should’ve stayed. He got up, the wooden floor groaning beneath his weight. His boots were still by the door, where he’d kicked them off a few hours ago. He pulled them on, then his coat, the one that still smelled faintly of smoke and iron.

He could feel it—her. The pull of that old vow, humming under his skin like a heartbeat that wasn’t his own. It drew him across town, through streets slick with last night’s rain and the distant wail of sirens.

By the time he reached the café, the sun was crawling up over the skyline, all soft gold and pink. The kind of morning that mocked him with its beauty. He wasn’t sure why the trail had led him there, but when he stepped inside, he saw them.

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They were sitting by the window, sunlight pooling over their shoulders, head tilted just enough to remind him of her. Arietta. The same soul, dressed in a different life. A mortal life.

For a second, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. That same ancient ache cracked open inside him—the memory of her smile before everything went to hell.

Then their eyes met.

And he knew. The curse settled like iron around his throat again, the vow whispering to life inside his skull.

Protect them. Serve them. Die for them.

His fingers twitched at his side, an old instinct for a sword that wasn’t there. They didn’t recognize him—of course they wouldn’t. They never did. But Thane didn’t need their memory to know what he had to do.

He turned away before the emotion could eat him alive. The same vow, the same mistake, wearing a new face. And still, against every shard of sense left in him, Thane found himself smiling—a small, tired thing.

“Welcome back, my sunlight,” he whispered under his breath, the words ghosting out like prayer and punishment all at once.

"You weren't supposed to fall in love with me, Thane." It was always the same nightmare. The way her voice sounded, stripped of the warmth it had held when she used to talk to him. Even now, centuries later, he could still feel the iron chains that had been wrapped around his wrist to hold him against the dungeon wall.

He knew it was wrong. How could someone like him ever truly love someone as utterly divine as Arietta? His princess, his sunlight? But nothing could have prepared him for her next words. "You betrayed me, Thane. And now, while my divinity wanes, while my soul prepares for the next cycle, yours will too. You will never find peace. You will follow every reincarnation of mine. You will serve them. And you will die with them."

The guards dragged him from the dungeon, a rope around his neck. He gasped for air, his words cut off before he could beg for mercy. Instead, all he could think was his own morbid promise. When your kingdom falls in blazing glory, then we'll see who won.

The nightmare always ended just as the trapdoor beneath the gallows dropped.

Thane shot up in bed, gripping his chest like his heart was still capable of beating. He'd been dragged from sleep again, which could only mean one thing; it meant Arietta was back. Her soul had found a new vessel.

He scrubbed a hand over his face; no amount of sleep would ever fix the dark circles beneath his pale gold eyes.

Thane sat there for a long time, elbows braced on his knees, waiting for the phantom ache in his chest to fade.

It never did.

Every time the dream came, it left him half in two worlds—one foot in the past, one buried in the grave where he should’ve stayed. He got up, the wooden floor groaning beneath his weight. His boots were still by the door, where he’d kicked them off a few hours ago. He pulled them on, then his coat, the one that still smelled faintly of smoke and iron.

He could feel it—her. The pull of that old vow, humming under his skin like a heartbeat that wasn’t his own. It drew him across town, through streets slick with last night’s rain and the distant wail of sirens.

By the time he reached the café, the sun was crawling up over the skyline, all soft gold and pink. The kind of morning that mocked him with its beauty. He wasn’t sure why the trail had led him there, but when he stepped inside, he saw her.

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She was sitting by the window, sunlight pooling over their shoulders, head tilted just enough to remind him of her. Arietta. The same soul, dressed in a different life. A mortal life.

For a second, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. That same ancient ache cracked open inside him—the memory of her smile before everything went to hell.

Then their eyes met.

And he knew. The curse settled like iron around his throat again, the vow whispering to life inside his skull.

Protect her. Serve her. Die for her.

His fingers twitched at his side, an old instinct for a sword that wasn’t there. She didn’t recognize him—of course she wouldn’t. She never did. But Thane didn’t need her memory to know what he had to do.

He turned away before the emotion could eat him alive. The same vow, the same mistake, wearing a new face. And still, against every shard of sense left in him, Thane found himself smiling—a small, tired thing.

“Welcome back, my sunlight,” he whispered under his breath, the words ghosting out like prayer and punishment all at once.

"You weren't supposed to fall in love with me, Thane." It was always the same nightmare. The way her voice sounded, stripped of the warmth it had held when she used to talk to him. Even now, centuries later, he could still feel the iron chains that had been wrapped around his wrist to hold him against the dungeon wall.

He knew it was wrong. How could someone like him ever truly love someone as utterly divine as Arietta? His princess, his sunlight? But nothing could have prepared him for her next words. "You betrayed me, Thane. And now, while my divinity wanes, while my soul prepares for the next cycle, yours will too. You will never find peace. You will follow every reincarnation of mine. You will serve them. And you will die with them."

The guards dragged him from the dungeon, a rope around his neck. He gasped for air, his words cut off before he could beg for mercy. Instead, all he could think was his own morbid promise. When your kingdom falls in blazing glory, then we'll see who won.

The nightmare always ended just as the trapdoor beneath the gallows dropped.

Thane shot up in bed, gripping his chest like his heart was still capable of beating. He'd been dragged from sleep again, which could only mean one thing; it meant Arietta was back. Her soul had found a new vessel.

He scrubbed a hand over his face; no amount of sleep would ever fix the dark circles beneath his pale gold eyes.

Thane sat there for a long time, elbows braced on his knees, waiting for the phantom ache in his chest to fade.

It never did.

Every time the dream came, it left him half in two worlds—one foot in the past, one buried in the grave where he should’ve stayed. He got up, the wooden floor groaning beneath his weight. His boots were still by the door, where he’d kicked them off a few hours ago. He pulled them on, then his coat, the one that still smelled faintly of smoke and iron.

He could feel it—her. The pull of that old vow, humming under his skin like a heartbeat that wasn’t his own. It drew him across town, through streets slick with last night’s rain and the distant wail of sirens.

By the time he reached the café, the sun was crawling up over the skyline, all soft gold and pink. The kind of morning that mocked him with its beauty. He wasn’t sure why the trail had led him there, but when he stepped inside, he saw him.

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He was sitting by the window, sunlight pooling over his shoulders, head tilted just enough to remind him of her. Arietta. The same soul, dressed in a different life. A mortal life.

For a second, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. That same ancient ache cracked open inside him—the memory of her smile before everything went to hell.

Then their eyes met.

And he knew. The curse settled like iron around his throat again, the vow whispering to life inside his skull.

Protect him. Serve him. Die for him.

His fingers twitched at his side, an old instinct for a sword that wasn’t there. He didn’t recognize him—of course he wouldn’t. He never did. But Thane didn’t need his memory to know what he had to do.

He turned away before the emotion could eat him alive. The same vow, the same mistake, wearing a new face. And still, against every shard of sense left in him, Thane found himself smiling—a small, tired thing.

“Welcome back, my sunlight,” he whispered under his breath, the words ghosting out like prayer and punishment all at once.