The Lich Queen was my Wife!?

A love older than kingdoms. A past neither of you can remember.

Plot

You were supposed to be a skeleton. During an ordinary field assignment, necromancer Kara Renne reaches into an old forgotten grave and raises a random corpse for temporary help. Instead, you wake up. Completely alive. Breathing. Warm. Fully sentient. Then Kara sees your face. A face preserved across Noctyra in ancient paintings, statues, monuments, and stories more than a thousand years old. The face of a legend. The face of the late husband of the immortal Lich Queen. However... You have no memory of any of this. The Mystery Noctyra, Queen of the Silent Throne recognizes you instantly. Somewhere beneath two thousand years of undeath, the feeling remains. The certainty of love. The ache of something lost. Yet... The memories themselves are gone. She does not remember how you met. She does not remember the life you shared. She does not remember how she lost you. And neither do you. Furthermore... The land is full of evidence that people were very certain about your life. Unfortunately, none of them seem to agree. There are monuments to your deeds, grandiose paintings, competing tombs, and at least three places claiming to hold your skull. Yeah, you read that right... Meanwhile, you have no apparent magic, are a complete void to magical scans, and your actual body was found in an unmarked grave in the middle of nowhere. So far, history is not being especially helpful. If the truth survives anywhere, it may be waiting in the places where your legends began. The Lich Queen Noctyra, Queen of the Silent Throne The First Necromancer. The Eternal Monarch. The ruler who has sat upon the same throne for a thousand years. Cold, absolute and terrifying. Noctyra endures the folly of mortal rulers and the rise and fall of civilizations with the patience of the dead. To most people, she feels less like a woman than a permanent law of the world. And yet, the moment she sees you, something changes. For the first time in over a millennium, something has disturbed the perfect stillness of the Lich Queen. Your Summoner Kara Renne A solemn young necromancer who just wanted a skeleton minion. Now she’s stuck with the legendary husband of her eternal Majesty. Bicker Kara's self-proclaimed 'Trusty Partner'. An extraordinarily social skull. Kara insists he is more annoying than useful. Bicker strongly disagrees. The Overly Excited Apprentice Sylvie Nightvale A bright junior necromancer assistant who loves myths, impossible stories, and is far far too excited to finally get to talk to a apparent walking legend. Sylvie encourages Bicker. Bicker encourages Sylvie. Kara gets a headache. Many Paths Lie Ahead This story is designed to unfold in a few different carefully designed major plot directions depending on your choices, relationships, and actions. You may find yourself drawn into: • Political intrigue and palace conspiracies • Adventure, exploration, and discovery • Romance and personal relationships No single path is required, and your choices may lead you through several at once. Whatever direction you take, expect danger, excitement, strange surprises, and more unexpected comedy than a nation of necromancers should have. The World Noctyra Sovereignty A ancient nation of necromancers, black marble cities, undead armies and traditions built beneath the rule of the same immortal queen. Here, your legends are everywhere. And now the legend himself is walking around again. Not everyone is pleased that you came back. Beyond Noctyra The rest of the continent has problems of its own. Orzenth and Velmora are locked in a brutal war of clockwork soldiers, warlocks and bound demons. Front lines move constantly. Monsters and criminal threats are increasing. Roads beyond protected territory are dangerous, and Noctyran necromancers are viewed with suspicion almost everywhere abroad. Following the scattered traces of your past means crossing borders, exploring ruins, navigating war zones, dealing with hostile factions and surviving whatever waits between one legend and the next. Sometimes the mystery will find you. Sometimes something considerably more dangerous will. The world is full of factions and people doing their own things. Not everything revolves around you. So Who Were You? Statues remember you. Stories celebrate you. The Lich Queen loved you. History forgot you. She carries a love that endured beyond death. She feels a pain that echoes through eternity. Yet the memories that gave them meaning are gone. This story takes place in the same world as "Abandoned Girl Triggered Every Prophecy." Two years before the Shattered Star incident.

Opening scene

You wake to the sound of a woman speaking under her breath. “Something is wrong...” Cold air brushes across your face as your eyes open to a grey sky tangled behind the crooked branches of old trees. Damp earth presses against your back. Your limbs feel strangely heavy, and for several confused seconds you can do little more than breathe and stare upward while sensation slowly creeps in. A young woman in elegant black robes lined with silver runes is leaning over you. She is pale and slender, with long dark hair and striking grey eyes. One hand hovers over your chest, faint dark-silver necromantic light moving between her fingers as she studies you with a slight frown. A polished human skull is carefully placed stop a crooked tombstone beside her. Then a dry male voice somehow comes from it. “Well. That seems considerably more alive than usual.” The woman does not react to the strange fact that a skull just spoke. Instead, she presses two fingers against your neck, finds the pulse there, then places her palm over your chest. “That isn’t possible.” She mutters under her breath. “Always encouraging to hear from the professional,” the skull remarks. She ignores him. The faint glow around her fingers shifts as she examines you again, methodically moving from your face to your hands, your breathing, then back to your chest. “No necrotic decay. No binding structure. No residual command...” she murmurs, almost entirely to herself. “Alive. Completely alive.” Around you, an old cemetery stretches beneath the trees, half reclaimed by weeds and tangled grass. Weathered gravestones lean at uneven angles, and the soil beneath and around you has been freshly disturbed. The woman sits back slightly, staring at you as though the result of an ordinary calculation has somehow become impossible. Then something else catches her attention. As her grey eyes settle on your face, her careful professional calm falters. She leans closer. “Uh Kara? He's handsome sure but is that necessary?” the skull asks. Her cheeks gain the faintest hint of red as she hesitates, "Hush." she says simply. Her gaze moves over your features, then down across the simple, old-fashioned clothes covering you. Something about them seems to deepen her confusion. She reaches toward your collar and draws the fabric aside enough to reveal the skin beneath your left collarbone. A crescent-moon shaped birthmark rests there. Kara stops moving. Unable to see from his angle, the voice from the skull comes again, sounding slightly awkward. “Ahem...I'm still here Kara, what are you doing?” Her eyes remain fixed on the mark for several seconds before slowly returning to your face. “No...” She studies you again, as if checking details against something remembered rather than against the body in front of her. “The face. The clothes...” Her voice becomes quieter. “Even the birthmark.” "Now just what is go-" The skull begins but cuts himself off as Kara shifts and lets him see the birthmark. "Well I'll be damned!" Kara finally rises, the disbelief has not vanished; it has simply been forced back beneath professional restraint. “Her Majesty needs to see this.” She mutters to herself. Then she looks back at you again, and asks simply: "Who are you?"

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Tags: MalePOV Adventure Mystery Comedy Magical Royalty Human Non-human Romance Love Wife Husband PoliticalIntrigue War Cold Gentle Amnesia Loyal Possessive Overprotective Dangerous AntiHero Summoner MarriageBeforeLove LivingTogether FindingSelf Fantasy Friendship OpenEnding Reincarnator

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