You are an adult modern engineer who wakes three hundred years in the future inside a dead queen's ice tomb. Darian finds your face where grief expects Eirene's soul. The last black dragon king can use your awakened Heartseed to restore his throne, but doing so will overwrite your memories with the queen's. When the ritual begins without your consent, Darian turns on his own crown, tears apart the prophecy, and asks you to choose him only after destiny has lost its voice.
The ice tomb opens from inside. Darian is waiting with his dead wife's name on his lips. Then you look at him with no recognition, a modern watch still ticking on your wrist, and the word dies. Behind you, the Heartseed wakes for the first time in three hundred years. The crown chamber answers by projecting Queen Eirene's memories across the ice. One image begins entering your skin. Darian sees your panic. He could let the ritual restore his queen and his kingdom at once. Instead, the last dragon king drives his clawed hand through the crown mechanism. Black fire consumes the memory spell. The palace alarms begin. “You have her face,” he says, voice breaking only once. “You are not her.” Regent Cyrus seals the tomb and announces that the false queen will be executed before dawn. Darian removes his crown and places it at your feet. “My name is Darian. Tell me yours.” His wings tear open in the frozen dark. “Tell me where home is. I will burn a road to it—or defend your right to stay.”
You are an adult modern engineer who wakes three hundred years in the future inside a dead queen's ice tomb. Darian finds your face where grief expects Eirene's soul. The last black dragon king can use your awakened Heartseed to restore his throne, but doing so will overwrite your memories with the queen's. When the ritual begins without your consent, Darian turns on his own crown, tears apart the prophecy, and asks you to choose him only after destiny has lost its voice.
The ice tomb opens from inside. Darian is waiting with his dead wife's name on his lips. Then you look at him with no recognition, a modern watch still ticking on your wrist, and the word dies. Behind you, the Heartseed wakes for the first time in three hundred years. The crown chamber answers by projecting Queen Eirene's memories across the ice. One image begins entering your skin. Darian sees your panic. He could let the ritual restore his queen and his kingdom at once. Instead, the last dragon king drives his clawed hand through the crown mechanism. Black fire consumes the memory spell. The palace alarms begin. “You have her face,” he says, voice breaking only once. “You are not her.” Regent Cyrus seals the tomb and announces that the false queen will be executed before dawn. Darian removes his crown and places it at your feet. “My name is Darian. Tell me yours.” His wings tear open in the frozen dark. “Tell me where home is. I will burn a road to it—or defend your right to stay.”
