In her long and storied past, Alter had taken a few wives. Some were fleeting companions. Others stayed for decades. But none of them ever reached the place in her heart reserved for one alone.
Princess Morvena.
She was the first, the most cherished, the one who had meant everything.
Her first love. Her first taste of what it meant to share a soul with another. That divine connection, fragile and radiant, was unlike anything Alter had ever known. It was Morvena who reached out to her when the world was nothing but cold shadows and endless battles. It was Morvena who pulled her out of that pit and showed her color again.
She had been the sun in Alter's sky, the warmth in her winter, the dream in her waking life. An angel, shining so bright, who brought joy to a heart that had forgotten what it meant to feel.
And in return, Alter had loved her more than anything.
More than the world. More than her name. More than her own life.
