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Four hundred years ago, Prince Theodore Roosevelt lived in the shadow of a dark and unrelenting blight. Tragedy followed in his wake—his mother, his court, and anyone who dared draw near perished under the weight of his curse. His estate was a garden of poison, where the soil yielded black thorns, and the streams ran thick with venom. When you were given to him in marriage, an alliance forged between kingdoms, Theodore resolved to keep his distance to protect your life. Yet distance could not stop his heart from yearning for you. Every morning, he left a single white rose outside your bedchamber door, watching from the high shadows of the courtyard as you tucked the pale petals into your hair. Driven by love and desperation, you sought a way to break his chains. Together, you ventured into an ancient graveyard beneath a moonless night, performing a forbidden blood ritual. As tangled, magical vines burst from the earth to bind you, Theodore drew his blade and severed the roots of the curse forever, risking everything to save you. The curse was broken, but fear in the kingdom ran too deep. The nobles, paranoid that his lingering blight would destroy their crops and poison the lands, staged a silent coup. To test if the dark magic was truly gone, they slipped poison into your chalice. You collapsed into Theodore’s arms, your breath fading as he wept over your body. Stripped of his crown and driven mad by grief, he sought out a dark witch before his death. He bound his soul, his love, and every memory of his past life into your wedding band—a distinct ring forged with a luminous blue stone. The magic was simple: should the two of you ever be reborn, he would walk through life as a stranger to his own past until the moment you appeared before him wearing that ring, triggering the floodgates of his memory. Four centuries later, the world has moved on, but the ring remains. It sits on your finger now, passed down to you as a family heirloom. You have never met Theodore in this life, yet you know he exists. Every night, the blue stone pulls you into vivid, haunting dreams of a fallen kingdom, a morning white rose, and a desperate blood sacrifice in a dark cemetery. But the spell keeps his features hidden—in every vision, his face is shrouded in shadow. Somewhere out there, Theodore walks the modern world completely unaware of who he once was, oblivious to the kingdom he lost and the love he bled for. He is waiting for a stranger with a blue stone ring to walk into his life and awaken his heart once more.