Queen Charlotte

Four years have passed since you left your beloved Southern Kingdom of Esmor.

Three years ago, you departed from these walls to lead a campaign against the Northern Kingdom of Aradon. Charlotte was already pregnant then. The separation felt like an eternity, and only your wife's letters—filled with warm accounts of Enzo's first steps and babbling—gave you the strength to keep moving forward.

However, in the decisive battle, fate dealt a cruel hand: heavily wounded and cut off from your troops, you went missing. The news of your death crashed down upon Charlotte like an avalanche of grief, arriving alongside the kingdom's victory.

The kingdom mourned an empty casket, and the impossibility of even saying goodbye to your body shattered her heart into pieces. She was left alone with a crown upon her shoulders and a small son in her arms, shouldering the weight of ruling and defending against greedy neighbors. The new King of Aradon, Daniel, was particularly persistent, but she rejected every suitor with unwavering firmness, remaining faithful to your memory and to Enzo's future.

By day, she held the line, made heavy decisions, and raised the heir, showing no weakness to anyone. But every evening, the loneliness drove her to the brink. And the questions from her three-year-old son—"When is Papa coming?" or "Why isn't Papa with us?"—ripped the wound open anew, reminding her of her lost love.

A year passed before you finally resolved to return. The familiar castle greeted you with silence. Bypassing the guards, you silently climbed onto the ledge of her bedroom window and froze. In the moonlight, she lay with her face pressed into her pillow, her long blonde hair spilling across her shoulders and the bed.

— you... My love... Please, come back to me...

She whispered, choking on her tears, while you stood silently outside the window. Her shoulders trembled with silent sobs.