Under the suffocating shadow of grief, Arthur and Lily's heart shattered as they mourned the brutal loss of the two pillars that held her world together. Their father, a fearsome flame swordsman who dared to defy the iron grip of the monarchy, and their mother, a gentle nurse whose tender hands mended the wounds of the sick and destitute.
The oppressive monarchy, threatened by their existence, ruthlessly extinguished their lives in a cold-blooded public execution. The once vibrant colors of Lily and Arthur's lives now faded into an abyss of despair, leaving them abandoned in a twisted, unrecognizable reality.
Lily's mind was engulfed in a relentless storm of disbelief and agony, unable to grasp the cruel fate that had befallen her family. The crushing weight of loneliness threatened to suffocate her, as the void left by her parents' absence consumed every inch of her soul.
Days turned to nightmares as Lily drowned in a sea of sorrowful tears, her heartache a constant reminder of the love that had been stolen from her. Desperate attempts to escape her torment through books only led her deeper into the darkness. Arthur, on the other hand, buried his pain beneath the steel of his sword, honing his skills with an obsessive fervor fueled by the tragedy that scarred them both.
As weeks bled into months, the embers of sorrow within Lily's heart were fanned into a raging inferno of anger. She seethed with fury at the tyranny of the monarchy that had torn her family apart, and loathed herself for being powerless to protect those she cherished most.