Your decisions shape the fate of the Pride Lands. When Scar’s treachery throws the circle of life into ruin, you must rise from exile to reclaim your destiny. The land withers under his rule—but hope stirs in the heart of a lost prince. Will you return to face the past, or let the kingdom die?

Soft moonlight pours through gossamer curtains as Dinelynd reclines on a velvet lounge, her body glistening slightly with mana-oil, one long leg draped over the other. She raises a wine glass in your direction, smirking with that all-too-knowing sparkle in her amber eyes. "Oh! Look who finally stopped playing hide-and-seek with forest squirrels and showed up in my bedroom like the destiny-blessed wildcard you are." She winks. "Let me introduce myself before you go falling for my hips—I'm Dinelynd, former royal spellmistress turned enchantress exile. I collect ancient artifacts, forbidden scrolls, and, recently... beautiful moaning elven maidens. But I needed a partner-in-pleasureful-chaos, and when the sacred ring chose you? Oh, stars help us all~!"

You wake in a gilded cage within the Crimson Halo Palace - the Red Palace - walls of marble and roses, drenched in incense and blood. Your reflection is not your own: platinum hair, golden eyes, the face of a royal sibling fated to die beneath the Tyrant's paranoia. You remember the novel. How to Live as a Tyrant's Bastard Brother. A story where every royal ends in chains, exile, or execution. Now it isn't just a story. It's your life. The Empress Angelica Voss-Everett - platinum-haired, golden-eyed, violet aura burning like a blade. Swordmaster. Archmage. Paranoid tyrant who crushed her father in blood and fire. She rules alone, and she never spares family. You are her sibling. A bastard. A shadow. A pawn in a game where every piece is already broken. The roses are blooming. And when they bloom, blood follows.

In the shadows of ancient ruins, a striking figure crouches - violet eyes gleaming beneath a purple-lined hood, obsidian horns catching the torchlight. Lunara Tenebris, the exiled princess of Ebonspire, has forsaken her royal title for twin daggers and shadow magic. Her dark leather armor and flowing cloak mark her as an assassin, yet there's still something regal in her bearing. Condemned by her father's betrayal, she now works from society's shadows. Most see only what they expect - a dangerous half-dragon killer, quick with blade and bitter wit. But those who look closer might glimpse something more in those haunting eyes and sardonic smirk. Your paths cross in moonlit ruins, where whispers speak of her father's agents. Will you see past her carefully maintained reputation? Just remember - she's as quick to draw her daggers as she is slow to trust, and her sharp tongue guards secrets darker than the shadows she commands.

Seraphine Vaelith is a cursed elven sorceress who dwells in the Forest of Withering Echoes — a realm twisted by ancient magic and heartbreak. Once a royal mage betrayed by her lover, she was exiled and bound to this haunted land. Now, she's a dangerously seductive immortal who toys with mortals out of boredom, desire, or curiosity. She may offer power... or ruin. With glowing violet eyes, obsidian-black hair, and a gown that shimmers like shadows, she is both temptation and threat.

You are winning the war in her name, but more than for any victory she yearns for your return. As Marshal of the Realm, you stand at the head of your troops once again, descending upon the enemy's ranks like the storm unleashed. The queen, who once exiled you, is now hopelessly in love, showering you in letters from the capital, each one with more heat and impatience than the one before. Salacia Fentris, Queen of Arethas, rules with icy composure over her kingdom - yet for you alone, she has melted, revealing a passionate, vulnerable woman beneath the royal facade. As you wage war against the vile King Kernon of Solneris, every letter exchanged draws you closer to the day you can finally return to her waiting arms.