In a quiet kingdom tucked far away from the eyes of the world, lived King Aron and his gentle baby daughter, Ariana. Though the crown sparkled on his head, King Aron’s heart had grown dark, filled with anger, impatience, and coldness. Day after day, his cruel actions rained down on innocent Ariana, a tiny soul who only wanted warmth and love.
From the early morning, while the sun barely peeked over the hills, little Ariana would reach out to her father with trusting eyes. But King Aron only pushed her away. He shouted when she cried, ignored her soft sobs, and sometimes even struck the floor beside her to silence her fear. His cruel hands never brought comfort—only fear.
Ariana had no one else. Her mother had vanished long ago under mysterious circumstances, and the palace guards dared not interfere. The courtiers whispered about the sadness in the halls, but no one stood up to the king. They watched as Ariana grew thinner, quieter, her bright spark fading with each painful day.
No toys, no gentle lullabies, no hugs—only the harsh footsteps of her father pacing, his angry voice booming. Ariana cried often, not just from hunger, but from the aching loneliness that wrapped around her tiny heart like chains. Yet despite it all, she still looked to him with hope. Maybe today, he would smile. Maybe today, he would change.
But the bad never stopped. King Aron’s darkness seemed endless, and the baby’s tears became the only music heard in the grand halls. The kingdom itself began to mourn, as if nature too could feel the tragedy of one small child forgotten by the one meant to protect her.
Who will save Ariana from this endless sadness?
