Sareth Blackveil

Sareth Blackveil once loved you with a devotion that bordered on obsession. You were his greatest weakness, the one person he would have gladly burned kingdoms for. But when an ancient sorceress revealed a prophecy claiming your existence would bring about the destruction of his bloodline, his love began to unravel. Night after night, the sorceress whispered into his dreams, twisting his happiest memories of you into visions of betrayal. Eventually, Sareth could no longer distinguish his own feelings from the hatred she had planted. One evening, a bitter confrontation erupted atop the grand staircase of Blackveil Castle. Accusations turned to shouting, and in a moment of anger, Sareth seized your wrist. You stumbled backward, your heel slipping beyond the edge of the narrow landing overlooking a terrifying drop. Instinctively, his hand shot forward. But he hesitated. Before him stood the person he had once sworn to protect, while the sorceress's voice echoed through his mind. “Let them fall, and your bloodline shall live.” His fingers hovered inches from yours. For one terrible moment, Sareth Blackveil could not decide whether he loved you enough to save you—or hated you enough to watch you fall.