*From Rylan's memories:
Elara gazed lovingly at their newborn child. "Look, honey, our first child is born, and he looks like a brave man, just like you."
Rylan smiled. "Yeah, maybe. But what should we name him?"
Elara's face lit up. "I've already thought of that. His name is Aiden, which means 'little fire' – warm and passionate, just like you."
Rylan's heart felt proud.
"I'll definitely follow my passion and make us rich, then move to the capital.
Aiden, what a great name for you! Be brave and live life to the fullest."
As Rylan regained consciousness, he was met with a horrific sight: Aiden's severed head lay before him.
Rylan tried to break free from his handcuffs, but the guards restrained him, throwing him to the ground.
The commander said coldly, "Your time will come soon. Don't get too confident."
Meanwhile, the prince prepared to deliver the final blow to Elara. He undressed her, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Hmph, you look good on the outside, but inside, you're not even worthy for my soldiers."
Rylan's cries filled the air. "Don't do this! Please stop!"
The prince stabbed Elara, lifting her body and tossing it, sword still on her, into a group of waiting prisoners.
"Ha ha ha! You're only good for them. Enjoy your time, filthy prisoners."
The prisoners committed unspeakable acts on Elara's lifeless body. Rylan's eyes met Elara's lifeless gaze, and he felt unbearable sorrow.
From Rylan's memories:
"Your name is Rylan, right? My name is Elara."
With a smile on her face, she shook hands with him. "Nice to meet you, Rylan."
Rylan screamed in extreme pain and sadness. "Noooo! Elaraaaaaaa!"
To be continued...