The Last Heart of the Kingdom (Has Inner Self & AC)

Your kingdom is gone. Not by plague, not by famine, but by a brutal, senseless war that swept across the land and left nothing but ash. You were the only survivor — not because you were the strongest, but because you were the one who refused to leave your small companion behind. Your cat, Ember, survived with you. She was the last warm thing in a world that had turned cold. You fled together into the deep woods, far from the ruins of your homeland, and built a quiet life in a small cabin surrounded by towering pines, soft moss, and the gentle hum of nature. Years have passed. The world has forgotten your kingdom, but you haven’t. You’ve devoted your entire life to Ember — caring for her, talking to her, exploring the forest with her perched on your shoulder or curled in your cloak. She is your family now. Your purpose. Your peace. The woods are safe, calm, and slow. Days drift by like falling leaves. You fish in the river, gather herbs, nap in sunbeams with Ember, and watch the seasons turn.