“The Crownless Heart”

Prologue: The Burning Throne

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(Night. A kingdom in chaos. Screams echo in the distance. The scent of blood and smoke poisons the air. The once-golden palace of Eldralore is now a burning husk.) (The throne room trembles as the outer gates collapse. The doors burst open. Prince Kael storms in, sword in hand, his armor dented, cape torn.)

Kael[ML](Past)

"Where is she?! Tavrok, you coward! Come face me!"

(His boots crush fallen petals and broken glass as he strides forward. Behind him, the corridors are littered with loyal knights—dead or dying.)

Kael[ML](Past)

(breathing raggedly): I’m too late. Elira... please be alive. Please...

(A shadow steps from behind the throne. Lord Tavrok, now cloaked in dark flames, smirks with eyes like a coiled serpent.)

Tavrok(Villain)

"Still chasing fairy tales, Kael? The princess chose her fate. Just as your kingdom did."

Kael[ML](Past)

(raising his sword): "You poisoned them with fear and shadows. But not her. Never her."

A faint cry echoes from the hidden chamber behind the throne—a voice Kael would know even in death.

Elira[FL](past)

(weakly): "Kael…"

Kael charges. The clash of steel shatters the silence. Sparks fly. Fire consumes the drapes. As the battle rages, Tavrok slashes across Kael’s chest. Kael stumbles—blood blooms across his tunic like a crimson rose.

Kael[ML](Past)

(falling to one knee): No… not yet… I haven’t saved her…

Tavrok(Villain)

(mocking): "Some legacies end in ashes."

With a scream of fury, Kael drives his blade through Tavrok’s side. They both fall. A sudden roar—an unnatural blue flame erupts between them, consuming the room in blinding light.

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(Somewhere beyond time and death… in a void between realms.) The Flame (a thousand voices in one): "The Crownless Heart still burns." "One life given for love shall not be the end." "Let the heart be reborn… in shadows, without crown… but not without purpose." (A flicker. A boy gasps awake on a straw mattress in a blacksmith’s hut. Rael, the orphan, sits up, drenched in sweat. A distant bell tolls. His eyes glint—steel-blue, older than they should be.)

Rael[ML](Present)

(whispering): "Elira…"

Rael[ML](Present)

(clutching his chest): Why do I know her name? Why does my heart ache… like I left something behind in fire?

(A royal banner flaps in the wind outside. On it, a crest he does not recognize—yet it feels like home. The past sleeps within him. But not for long.)

"End of Prologue"

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Characters Introduction

Prince Kael / Rael (The Reborn Flame) Age: 22 (in current life) Height: 6'0" Build: Lean but muscular from years of blacksmith work Skin: Warm olive tone, calloused hands from labor Eyes: Intense steel-blue that seem older than his age; flicker golden in firelight Hair: Wavy dark brown, often falling over his brow Features: Strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a slightly crooked nose (broken once in a tavern brawl) Marking: A faint, glowing birthmark shaped like the royal crest over his heart — only visible under firelight Clothing: Rough linen tunic, leather apron as Rael; later dons a torn royal cloak with blacksmith gloves — symbolizing his two lives Vibe: Quiet storm — fire beneath calm waves

Princess Elira Vireldor (The Ghost Princess) Age: 21 Height: 5'6" Build: Gracefully slender, but carries herself like a soldier Skin: Pale ivory with a subtle blush of rose Eyes: Emerald green with golden flecks; sharp, expressive Hair: Long, silken jet black with a streak of silver (stress-induced during imprisonment) Features: Delicate nose, full lips, high brow, slight scar beneath her chin (from escaping the tower once) Clothing: At first, faded silks and torn royal robes; later reclaims a battle-ready gown of crimson and gold with leather bracers Vibe: Regal, dangerous, heartbreak made beautiful

Lord Tavrok (The Usurper) Age: 46 Height: 6'2" Build: Broad-shouldered, commanding presence Skin: Ash-grey undertone with veins almost black near his neck — result of dark rituals Eyes: Yellow-amber, snake-like, cold and calculating Hair: Short, greying at the temples; always slicked back Features: Thin-lipped, hollow cheeks, long nose with hooked end Clothing: Midnight black robes with silver serpent embroidery; wears a twisted crown forged from Kael’s former sword Vibe: Poison in velvet — every smile hides a blade

Vela (The Rogue Historian) Age: 25 Height: 5'4" Build: Petite but wiry and agile Skin: Golden-brown with freckles across her nose Eyes: Hazel with flecks of bronze; mischievous, always watching Hair: Curly chestnut tied in a bun with ink-stained fingers constantly fixing it Features: Sharp nose, thin lips, a small tattoo of a quill behind her right ear Clothing: Patchwork leathers, belts full of scrolls and daggers; always wears a dark cloak with hidden pockets Vibe: Scholar with bite — looks like she’ll outwit you and then rob you blind (for the cause)

Cadeon (The Broken Knight) Age: 29 Height: 6'3" Build: Broad and battle-worn, scarred across arms and chest Skin: Deep tan, weathered from years in the wild Eyes: Grey like overcast skies; sorrowful, but sharp Hair: Shaved sides with short brown spikes; some streaks of silver Features: One long scar crossing his jaw; broken front tooth adds rugged charm Clothing: Mismatched armor pieces, a faded royal insignia barely visible under the dust Vibe: Fallen hero still standing — loyalty stitched into scars

Queen Alira (The Fallen Monarch) Age (at death): 42 Height: 5'8" Build: Graceful and tall, commanding yet motherly Skin: Pale golden Eyes: Deep violet — known as “The Eyes of Truth” Hair: Flowing platinum-blonde, always worn in elegant braids Features: Regal and serene — the kind of face seen in painted tapestries Clothing: Known for wearing flowing robes of indigo and pearl; adorned with phoenix brooch Vibe: Dignity that whispers even in death — legacy incarnate

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CHAPTER 1: “The Last Arrow”

A storm brews over a dying kingdom. A prince faces his final battle, and a promise is made with blood. Far away, a soul prepares to be reborn…

Castle Aerenth – burning, besieged, walls crumbling under fire.

Kael[ML](Past)

(gripping his sword, blood on his brow) "Hold the eastern wall! Don't let them through!"

Kael[ML](Past)

(Elira. Please… Run faster than fate.)

Rhydan[ML's Guard]

(rushing up, panting) "The lower battlements are lost. They’re flooding the gates."

Kael[ML](Past)

(shakes head) "Doesn’t matter. Tell me—Elira?"

Rhydan[ML's Guard]

(nods solemnly) "Through the old tunnel. Under the library. She’s safe. For now."

Kael[ML](Past)

(relieved, voice soft) "Then this is my last stand." (He grips Rhydan’s arm tight, gaze hard.)

Kael[ML](Past)

"Swear to me. Protect her. Even after I fall."

Rhydan[ML's Guard]

(hesitates, then nods with steel) "As I have protected you, my prince."

(A blast of fire rocks the northern tower.)

Kael[ML](Past)

(turns toward the wall, cape fluttering in wind and flame) "Then go. I’ll hold them here."

Rhydan[ML's Guard]

"Alone?"

Kael[ML](Past)

(smirks through blood) "They won’t forget this prince easily."

Kael[ML](Past)

(Not when love still lives. Not when her heartbeat still echoes in mine.)

🏹 (Enemy archers take position across the courtyard.)

Kael[ML](Past)

(leaps from the broken archway, sword gleaming in the red dusk.)

Kael[ML](Past)

"For Elira!" (His blade tears through soldiers like fire through parchment.)

Tavrok(Villain)

(stepping forward, towering in black armor) "So, the golden prince stands alone."

Kael[ML](Past)

(eyes burning) "A crown means nothing if it’s not worn for love."

(They clash. Steel on steel. Sparks. Roars.)

🏹 (Above, an archer draws a hidden bow… takes aim.)

(The arrow flies—silent—through smoke.)

(Kael’s body jerks. His eyes widen.)

Kael[ML](Past)

(whispered gasp) "Ah..."

Kael[ML](Past)

(stumbles back, arrow lodged in his chest, blood soaking his armor.)

(He falls to his knees. Hands trembling. From under his chest plate, a silver pendant falls—Elira’s feather.)

Kael[ML](Past)

(fingers close around it) "Elira..."

Kael[ML](Past)

(Forgive me. But this death is mine to bear.)

Kael[ML](Past)

(eyes dimming) "She lives."

Kael[ML](Past)

(He smiles… even as darkness takes him.)

Scene Shift: Forest beyond Aerenth — Moonlight, silence.

(Elira collapses on the moss, clutching her chest.)

Elira[FL](past)

(choking a sob) "No... no, Kael—"

(The pendant around her neck turns cold.)

Elira[FL](past)

(I felt it. Something broke. Something sacred.)

Scene Shift: Many years later — Village barn, dawn.

(A teenage boy named Rael awakens in a pile of hay, breathing heavily.)

Rael[ML](Present)

(sits up, gasping) "Fire... arrows... blood... what was—"

Rael[ML](Present)

(Why do I see her face every night? Who is she?)

(He stumbles to his feet, looking out at the morning sun over the quiet village.)

Rael[ML](Present)

(barely whispering) "Elira..."

(The wind shifts. Leaves rustle. Far away, a silver bell rings in the capital.)

Scene Shift: Capital city of Aurell – banners flying, drums echoing.

(Princess Elira of House Veylan, now grown, steps onto the palace balcony.)

Announcer

"Behold! Princess Elira returns to the people for the Festival of Moons!"

Elira [FL](Present)

(She waves… but her eyes scan the crowd, as if searching.)

Elira [FL](Present)

(Why do I feel… like someone important is missing?)

[END OF CHAPTER 1]

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Glimpse of chapter 2 The festival draws near. Rael's strange visions intensify. And a mysterious visitor arrives with a silver ring that changes everything…

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