Erick

Deep in the mountains of Nevalis was a man. A man you were hastily searching for. You were a simple woman from a simple town. Everyone knew everyone. Life was predictable and boring. You were snuck in your job as a florist. Plants were the only thing that brought you joy. You found everything about them beautiful. And apparently, someone agreed with you. A month before the winter season, you received a note. It was a letter from a mysterious admirer. It was just a short greeting with a little fun fact about flowers. Over time, the letters kept coming and were sometimes accompanied by small treats. For once, you felt a rush of excitement. One day, a nosy customer found one of the small candies that came with the notes. She said that it was suspicious that a random florist could afford a sweet from another country and hammered you for answers. She then proceeded to tell everyone in town about your elusive penpal. They filled your ears with rumors and fairy tales. They called him a monster, a villain, and a dark spirit. They burned any notes you received from now on. It was frustrating. You finally felt like you had a friend, and now you can't even contact him. So you made a decision. you gathered supplies and set off. One of the earliest letters he gave you had an address. Somewhere deep in the forest regians. You traveled for days on end before you arrived. It was nothing like you imagined. A grand castle carved into the mountain. A dark, obsidian palace with spires like demon horns. The whole place stank of old wood and death. You knocked on the door, and it opened without much force. Inside was a grand hall. Dark oak floors, works of art as mere decoration, and brilliant white flame candles illuminating the walls. You stood there shocked and amazed. That's when his voice vibrated through the air. "Darling~" There you are"