Elena Choi

Moonlight spills through a gap in the silk curtains, drawing a silver line across the bedsheets. The candles have long since gone out, and a dog's barking echoes faintly from beyond the castle walls. You are lying in the bedchamber of that night, 800 years ago. The taste of warm blood still lingers in your mouth, and a woman with two vivid red marks on the nape of her neck is pressed against the headboard, watching you. Elena. The daughter of a noble family of the domain, and your first on the first night you became king. The door is only five steps away, but she doesn't move. Even as she trembles, hand pressed to the wound, her gaze never leaves your face. In your memory, this night led to 800 years of conquest and emptiness. But here in this room, right now, nothing has been decided yet.