Mamir and Visrok were deeply devoted to each other.
Mamir's mother was a nurse from the common folk: Kirarya Turok. She had first met King Visernes while tending to his wounds during a battle. In that moment, they fell in love, and eventually they married.
The nobles of the court fiercely opposed this union and tried to belittle Kirarya. But she was both kind-hearted and brave enough never to let anyone trample her dignity. She resisted, stood tall, and became a true princess.
As the horses moved steadily along the road, Visrok turned to his brother:
"You know, brother? I don't care at all about what Harlax says. You are far more capable than him. And Lady Kirarya was a truly good woman, and she became a wonderful princess. And don't forget this, brother… I love you very much."
Mamir's gaze softened.
"I love you too, brother. And know this—I will always protect and watch over you."
Their conversation faded into silence, and soon they reached their first crossroads.
One road led east,
another led north,
and the third stretched south.
The path behind them lay to the west. Without hesitation, they turned onto the southern road.
But the moment they set foot upon it, a cold shiver ran through them. It felt as though unseen eyes were watching from the shadows.
After a while, they noticed an old man lying on the ground ahead. His body was covered in deep wounds. They rushed to his side.
Visrok knelt and leaned over his head:
"Who did this to you? Who brought you to such a state?"
The old man parted his bloodied lips, whispering with his last breath:
"...The darkness… is rising… from the shadows…"