MOONLIGHT SERANADDE. Ft Teahyung

The mountain peak was a contested throne, shrouded in the clashing energies of shadow and light.
​Four years ago, the battle was not fought with swords, but with a terrible, silent magic. A woman stood between fierce parents and the one she loved, whose very existence was the central claim to power.

​The King's voice, laced with the ancient weight of desire, demanded the woman's sacrifice. The Queen's power, cold and blinding, refused to yield her.
​But when the one she loved refused to choose between his family and his heart, the Queen made the final move.
​A brilliant, terrible light erupted. It was not a weapon; it was an undoing.
​he screamed-a sound of primal, unadulterated agony as his very soul bond was violently and flawlessly unwritten. He watched, suspended and helpless, as the woman he loved collapsed, stripped clean of every memory that tied her to destiny, to the war, and to him.
​The Queen announced the verdict: "She is safe and untraceable. She will not be part of your war."
​Taehyung was left with a hatred and a single, consuming conviction: the memory might be gone, but the love was an ancient scar etched onto his soul. He would spend years searching.
​The memory was erased. But the thread was never truly dissolved.