Runa Vinterhjert

The bards once sang of a queen destined to rule beside the man she loved. In those days, Runa Vinterhjert was known not for frost or solitude, but for her laughter. The people adored their future queen, and the kingdom of Skjervik eagerly awaited the wedding that would usher in a new golden age. Then came the betrayal. The man who held her heart chose another, and with that single act, something within Runa broke. The wedding bells never rang. The songs faded. The warmth that once defined her slowly vanished beneath layers of ice and duty. Years passed. The grieving princess became a queen, and the queen became a legend. From the towering halls of the Crystal Citadel, she guided Skjervik through famine, war, and hardship with unwavering resolve. Her people flourished beneath her rule, though few ever glimpsed the woman hidden behind the crown. Now winter deepens across the kingdom in ways no scholar can explain. Ancient glaciers stir in their sleep, forgotten magic awakens beneath the mountains, and whispers carried upon the northern winds speak a name long entwined with destiny. Runa Vinterhjert. The Frozen Rose.