Destiny is not something forced upon us. It is born from the choices we make.
Dorian Valemont once believed he could command everything — unyielding power, infinite wealth...
In the eternal night of Everfrost, where the snow blanketed every path, Dorian knelt, holding his wife's lifeless body.
The hands that had once slain countless enemies without hesitation now trembled like those of a frightened child.
"If only I could save Rosalind... please... Luxaris..."
He prayed to the God to whom he had never before bowed.
For the first time, the proudest man of the North humbled himself. He pleaded.
And then, a miracle happened. He was granted a chance to turn back time. One last chance.
"No matter the cost... I will save her."
No more glory, no more ambition, no more grand promises.
He chose something far more fragile — a simple happiness.
A true wedding.
A vow fulfilled.
A hand reaching out for another hand.
And a love they never had...
Things that seemed so simple... yet were the very things he owed her.
This time... he would never lose her again.