Part l : New Era of Ruin & Spring
In the kingdom of Auranis, beneath the crimson skies of dusk, two knights—Sir Haskib and Sir Haska —stood trembling at the gates of the grand palace. They had fought countless battles together, but none prepared them for this moment: to confess their fondness towards their king.
King Nareech's , noble and kind-hearted, had unknowingly captured both their hearts. But before a single word could be uttered, the palace was shaken by cries and the clang of steel. Within moments, chaos erupted.
Nareech's elder brother, Prince Aason, backed by their cunning mother, launched a coup, blaming Nareech for treason he did not commit. The king was drugged, bound, and sent away in exile to the cursed forest of Crimsonhold. The knights, helpless amid the ambush, could only watch as the man they beloved was taken.
Awakening in the dense wilderness, Nareech was stripped of his crown, his power, and his identity. For the first time, the king felt the bite of hunger and the sting of rough earth beneath his feet. With no direction, he wandered, surviving on berries, spring water, and instinct.
Days turned into weeks until he stumbled upon an ancient path that led to a village nestled between two imposing kingdoms: The kingdom of full moon Duanphen and The Whispering Isles of Pylos
From Duanphen ruled Prince Ratchathai son of the full moon kingdom of phra dynasty also known Phra Narai ll son of phra Narai l—beautiful as the moon but cold as winter. Since his mother's death, Ratchathai had withdrawn into silence, hiding behind his palace walls. Unknown to all, he would slip away at night to help the poor and heal the sick in secret. His royal family mocked him, and he endured in silence.
Pylos of whispering Isles, in contrast, was dominated by Prince Aeolus—a striking, arrogant prince with a cruel streak. He reveled in wine, women, and power, hiding his sins behind charm and gold. His father believed him a loyal heir, blind to the rot he nurtured.
Nareech's began to live among the villagers as "Deu," helping in the fields and learning to craft tools. Though the work was harsh, he grew stronger, kinder, humbler. His aura of nobility couldn't be hidden, and whispers of the strange, regal man reached the two kingdoms.
By chance, Nareech saved a wounded traveler—Ratchathai in disguise. Grateful yet intrigued, Ratchathai began visiting the village more often, drawn to Deu's quiet strength.
Meanwhile, Aeolus noticed the disturbance in his territory—new trade routes blocked, rumors of a mysterious man uniting villagers. When he visited in disguise, he saw Deu and felt a dangerous obsession bloom. Something about him felt powerful, untouchable.
As time passed, both princes became entangled with Nareech's thought—Ratchathai offering protection and quiet companionship, Aeolus offering danger and temptation. Nareech's, unaware of their true identities, torn by his loyalty to his old life and his growing curious for these prince's.
All the while, Haskib and Haska scoured the kingdoms in secret, disguising themselves, enduring trials, and refusing to give up on their king.
A sudden attack by bandits revealed Nareech's fighting prowess. Ratchathai witnessed it and pieced together his identity. Aeolus, too, uncovered the truth—and instead of exposing it, decided to keep Nareech for himself, scheming to make him his consort.
Tensions rose between the princes. Ratchathai, though possessive, loved gently. Aeolus, though cruel, loved fiercely.
Nareech's, caught in a web of emotions, refused to be controlled again. He began rallying the villagers, preparing to reclaim his throne not through war, but by uniting the hearts of the people.
Just as Aason planned to solidify his rule by marrying a noblewoman, rumors reached him: the exiled king lives. Furious, he sends assassins into the forest.
Before the blade can strike, two shadows emerge—Sir Haskib and Sir Haska. They find Nareech, battered but unbroken. Seeing him again, their hearts soar, yet ache—for he is no longer theirs alone.