Hi everyone… my name is Sky Frost. I'm 30 years old, and I'm from Iceland.
This is my story… though I never thought something like this would ever happen to me.
I work at Google, living a normal life. But one thing about me has never changed—I've always loved reading. Since childhood, books have been my escape. Comics, novels… I've read countless stories, lived through different worlds, different characters.
But among all of them, one story stayed with me.
The Magical Empire.
Not because of the hero…
But because of the villain.
Isak Raven.
He was the king of his empire. Twenty-five years old. Blue eyes .Around 6'1, with sharp, striking features and a presence that could silence an entire room. But what truly made him unforgettable wasn't just his appearance—it was his aura.
In his own kingdom, no one dared to look into his eyes.
Not out of disrespect… but out of fear.
And it wasn't just his kingdom.
Even the other kingdoms feared him.
Kings spoke his name carefully. Armies respected him. No one had ever defeated him in battle. In fact, most rulers didn't even consider fighting him—they already knew the outcome.
He wasn't just powerful.
He was inevitable.
He could have taken over every kingdom if he wanted. His strength, his skill, his strategy—everything was unmatched. But he never tried to conquer the world.
He simply… didn't want to.
Other kingdoms tried to form alliances with him. They offered peace, loyalty… even their daughters in marriage.
But he refused all of it.
He never used women, never disrespected them, never let power control him in that way. He was distant, controlled… and strangely, a little shy when women approached him. For a moment, he would lose his composure—but he always regained it.
That small detail made him feel… real.
When the hero and heroine came to his kingdom for help, he didn't act out of kindness.
He made a deal.
He helped them—but on his terms. He was practical, business-minded, and always calculated. Still, for his own people, he was a good king. He protected them, ruled them fairly, and never let harm reach them easily.
But everything changed when betrayal came.
Not from enemies.
From his own people.
And Isak Raven was a man of his word.
So he destroyed it.
His entire kingdom.
Burned to ashes.
And in the end…
He chose to die with it.
That part… stayed with me.
Because I never saw him as a villain. I saw a man who was feared by everyone… yet never cruel without reason. A man the world misunderstood, simply because they were too afraid to see beyond his power.
Sometimes, I found myself thinking… if I had been there, maybe things would have been different. Maybe I could have saved him. Maybe I could have stood beside him when no one else did.
He was… impossible to ignore. Handsome, powerful, and yet so alone. Twenty-five, and me—thirty. But honestly, what does that even matter? Age is just a number when it comes to something real.
And the strangest part was… he never fell in love. At least, the story never said he did. The writer never gave that side of him any importance, as if a man like him didn't deserve love at all.
But I always felt… he did.
There was one scene I could never forget.
A woman once came to his kingdom for help. She was terrified, shaking… but she still stood in front of him. She said if she had to die anyway, she would rather ask him—even if he killed her.
But he didn't.
He listened.
And then he killed the man who had hurt her.
That man… was the prince of another kingdom.
A decision that could start a war.
But he didn't hesitate.
He simply said—
"No one dares to harm a woman."
That moment… he took my heart. Completely.
After that, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I even tried to sketch his face… again and again. But every time, it felt incomplete. Like no matter how hard I tried, I could never capture him fully. Maybe because the story described him so deeply, so intensely… that my imagination went beyond what I could draw.
And that stupid novel… it raised my standards so high that no one in real life could ever match it.
What I never understood was—why no woman ever truly fell for him. Or maybe… why he never let himself fall for anyone either. Was it because of his image? The fear he carried with him everywhere?
I think… somewhere deep down, he wanted someone who wouldn't be afraid of him. Someone who could look at him without fear… without hesitation. But no one ever did.
Everyone feared him.
Because of who he was.
Because of the way he carried himself.
Such a dangerously charming… yet lonely villain prince.
And he died like that.
Alone.
There was one more thing the story barely touched…
He had powers.
Something inherited from his ancestors. Ancient… unknown… never fully explained. The writer mentioned it only briefly, like a secret left unfinished.
And somehow…
That made him even more mysterious.
And I never understood why the female lead chose the hero instead of him.
Maybe that's why my real life felt so disappointing.
I dated… almost ten guys.
Different faces, same story.
Lies. Cheating. No respect.
At some point, I stopped expecting anything real. It felt like men like him didn't exist in this world.
So I stopped dating.
I chose myself. My work. My peace.
I was happy… or at least, I thought I was.
Until one day…I was on my way home from the office.
There is a small forest on the way to my house, something I have crossed many times before. But that night felt different. It was already late, and the silence around me felt heavier than usual.
As I walked deeper into the path, I heard a faint sound.
At first, I couldn't understand it… but then it became clearer. It was a cry—soft, painful. Like an injured animal.
My steps slowed.
I was scared, yet something made me move toward the sound.
After going a little further, I saw it.
A fox… slightly larger than normal. What caught my attention the most were its eyes—deep red, unnatural. And it was clearly hurt.
For a moment, I hesitated.
Something about it didn't feel ordinary. But I couldn't just leave it there.
So I carefully picked it up and brought it home.
I cleaned its wounds, did proper bandaging, and gave it food. It didn't resist… it simply watched me quietly.
The next morning, when I woke up, the fox was gone.
I checked around the house, but there was no sign of it. I assumed it had returned to the forest.
A few days passed, and everything went back to normal.
Until one evening, when I came home and opened the door…
I stopped.
The same fox was sitting on my sofa.
Calm. Still. As if it belonged there.
For a moment, I just stared at it.
Then I said, quietly, "Hey… how did you come here?"
There was a brief silence.
And then… it spoke.
"Thank you, Sky Frost… for helping me."
I froze.
For a second, I thought I had imagined it.
"You… can speak?" I asked slowly.
"Yes," it replied calmly. "But only with you. I am Reverie… the Queen of Foxes."
I didn't know how to react.
It felt unreal… yet strangely, I wasn't completely shocked.
"You helped me even after knowing I was different," she said. "And you told no one."
I exhaled lightly. "Maybe you're something that shouldn't be exposed," I replied. "Some kind of secret of nature."
Reverie looked at me for a second, then said, "Then I will show you my real form."
In the next moment, she turned into a beautiful woman sitting on my sofa.
I blinked, still trying to stay calm. "So… that was you."
"Yes," she said simply, then looked at me. "Tell me… do you have any wishes? I can grant you anything."
"I don't have any," I replied.
She seemed surprised. "No wishes at all? You're quite unique… still, I'd like to give you something."
Then she added, "You never dated anyone, right? Want me to find someone for you?"
I looked at her and asked, "What about you? Did you date?"
She laughed softly. "Same problem as you… but easier for me. I'm five hundred years old. Found my love at four hundred."
I smiled faintly. "That's a long wait."
"Yes," she said. "But I found one."
After a short pause, I said, "So you can really give anything… even if it sounds silly?"
"Anything," she replied.
I took a breath. "There's a novel… The Magical Empire. I want to go there."
She didn't interrupt, so I continued, "I want to meet the villain… Isak Raven."
"And do what?" she asked.
"Just… spend time," I said softly. "I want to feel what love is. I never felt it. And I think… even he never did."
I looked away slightly. "I know it sounds silly."
Reverie shook her head. "No. It's not silly. You want to give love… to someone who never received it."
Reverie was sitting comfortably on the sofa, one arm resting along its edge, her fingers moving lightly against the fabric as she watched me. A faint, knowing smile appeared on her lips.
"You're so kind," she said softly. "You want to give love to a character… who already died."
I frowned slightly, shifting where I stood in front of her.
"How do you know… he died?" I asked.
She didn't move much, just tilted her head slightly, her fox-like eyes fixed on mine—sharp, knowing, almost unreadable.
"I know all," she replied calmly.
For a brief moment, silence settled between us, heavy yet controlled.
Then she lifted her hand to her neck, slowly removing the necklace she was wearing. The movement was graceful, almost regal, as if every small action carried authority. She glanced at it for a second before leaning forward slightly from the sofa, extending it toward me.
"You can," she said. "You can go to him."
I hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it from her. It felt warm… strangely alive in my hand.
"Wear this whenever you want to go," she continued, easing back into the sofa like a queen who never needed to rush. "One hour in your world…"
She paused, her gaze still steady, almost testing me.
"…but in the novel, it will be three hours. You'll disappear from here and go there."
My fingers tightened slightly around the necklace.
"And then you'll come back," she added softly, her voice low but absolute, "like nothing happened."
I looked at her again.
She was still sitting there, calm and composed… like a fox queen who already knew every outcome—like this was never a question, only a decision waiting for me to accept.
I nodded slightly, still holding the necklace in my hand.
"Alright… thank you, Queen," I said.
Reverie's expression shifted, not harsh—but firm. She gave a small, almost disapproving look.
"Don't say that," she replied quietly. "Use my name… Reverie."
She held my eyes for a second, making sure I understood, before her tone turned more serious.
"Be careful when you go," she said. "And don't lose that necklace. If you do… you won't just disappear from his world—you'll vanish from yours as well."
My fingers tightened around it instinctively.
"Whenever you go, you'll arrive near the villain… Radias," she said, her voice calm but certain. "That's where your path begins."
I stayed quiet, letting her words sink in.
"Protect yourself," she added, her eyes sharpening slightly. "Don't underestimate him. He doesn't trust easily… and that makes him dangerous."
A brief pause followed, heavier than before.
"I can't control which part of the story you'll enter," she continued, easing back into the sofa, her posture still composed. "So whatever happens… handle it carefully."
Silence settled again.
This time, it didn't feel empty—it felt like a warning I wasn't allowed to ignore.
I took a slow breath, tightening my hold on the necklace before looking at her.
"I'll be careful," I said quietly.
Reverie watched me for a moment, her expression unreadable, then gave a slight nod—just enough to show she accepted my answer.
"Good," she replied, her voice calm. "Because once you step in… there's no room for mistakes."
Her gaze lingered on me for a second longer, as if measuring my resolve, before the silence returned—heavier, but now filled with something certain.