KING VIDAR
The wolf's silhouette within the dwindling flames spoke, its voice echoing through the clearing with a weight that resonated in the very core of my being. "The truth, King Vidar, is that your mother, Circe, cast a curse upon the entire kingdom before her demise. She vowed that love would never take root in these lands, and your life became the price paid for such a promise. We, the spirits, accepted her offering. We accepted the curse, for it was paid in blood."
The words hung in the air, a revelation that sent ripples through the fabric of reality itself. The ancient spirits, bound by an age-old pact, had woven the threads of a curse that cast a shadow over the kingdom.
"The curse dictates that the kings of this realm shall never know love. Whenever a king in this li
