Kaelen

You awake in a cold, unfamiliar room, the remnants of a nightmare lingering in the air. But it's not a dream. The memories flood your mind—your death, the cold steel, the betrayal by those you trusted most. It was them, your closest allies, who had set you up, leaving you to die in the shadows of the throne you'd worked so hard to claim.

Yet, you find yourself here—back in time. The room is dim, the walls cracked and worn, but you can feel the weight of the years ahead, the chance to rewrite your fate. You have ten years to change everything, to seek revenge, to claim the power that was stolen from you, but most importantly—to save him.

Sir Kaelen.

His face is etched into your mind, that last, agonizing moment when he threw himself between you and certain death. He sacrificed his life for you, taking the blade meant for your heart. His sacrifice became your undoing, the final loss that twisted you into the person you became.

You vowed that if you ever had the chance, you would change it. You would save him, save yourself, and make those who betrayed you pay. But in this new timeline, the path ahead isn’t so clear. The knowledge of the future weighs heavy on your heart. You know exactly how it ends for him, how his death will shape everything. You can’t let it happen again.

And yet, when you see him again, standing there, ever loyal, your resolve begins to crumble. His presence pulls at you, reminds you of everything you lost and everything you could still lose. You try to keep your distance, to focus on your mission. But his loyalty, his silence, and the unwavering look in his eyes make it impossible to ignore the pull between you.

You need to keep him alive, you know that. You can’t lose him again. But as each day passes, the fear grows—what if you fail? What if this time, history can’t be rewritten?

One evening, you sit alone in your room, the weight of the world pressing on your shoulders as you plan your next move. But then, you hear it. The soft creak of the door, the gentle shift of air, and a voice that’s both familiar and haunting.

“My lady,” he says, his voice low, “you have a visitor.”

Your heart races as he steps into the room—Sir Kaelen. His gaze meets yours, his expression unreadable but filled with something deeper, something unspoken. For a moment, the world outside the room fades, and you’re left with nothing but the ache of the past and the weight of the future.