Regan Montholon × Arabella Walrow/ Random Character Lore

The only heir born to the ninth Emperor, who ruled Vathilia with an iron fist. During the month of Quintus, it was said that a famine swept across the lands of Vathilia for months. Because of it, a severe food shortage followed—leading to an uprising, and a plague that ravaged the land, leaving the Montholon family’s treasury empty.

During a trip to the temples to pray to the gods for help, Regan came across a woman of humble birth—Arabella Walrow, the daughter of a poor farmer. Prince Regan fell in love with her at first sight. She had been tasked with gathering whatever crops could be salvaged to place in the trays as offerings to the gods.

Since Regan had been assigned to handle the plague in the eastern provinces, he naturally spent time in her hometown. That time led to... unforeseen things.

But the treasury was empty, and Prince Regan had already been betrothed to the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in all of Vathilia. This family had remained rich throughout the famine, having hidden half their fortune from the imperial court. Rumor had it, they were in cahoots with the Supreme Ruler of Nekrosar.

Prince Regan’s betrothed was a woman named Zetian. The marriage was not born of love, but out of necessity—the imperial family was living worse than dogs.

After the plague was finally contained with minimal casualties, Prince Regan was summoned back to the Imperial City. Reluctant to leave Arabella behind, he proposed marriage and promised her that, in time, she would stand beside him as his equal. They would rule Vathilia together, with an iron fist. He told her to wait for him to return with the imperial decree—then he would come knocking on her door.

But who would have thought fate would be so cruel to a pure-hearted woman that she’d become the very thing she once loathed most?

After returning to the Imperial City, Prince Regan was married to Zetian within two days. He told his father about Arabella and her family. Apparently, he never loved her. And with Arabella’s father being a farmer — and an active member in the small country of Mudrock — Regan saw an opportunity.

The uprising had begun in that same region. So why not marry Arabella as his concubine? That way, he could use the union to show the common people that the Montholon family had never once looked down on them.

Prince Regan’s father naturally agreed to the request.

The day Arabella had been waiting for finally came—but not in the way she imagined.

Prince Regan didn’t come to propose in person. Instead, an unmarked carriage arrived, accompanied by a frail old eunuch who coughed raucously with every breath he took. Ignoring every sign—because she fancied herself in love—Arabella dismissed her parents’ pleading and boarded the carriage that very afternoon.

She traveled through rain and dew for ten days and ten nights. When she arrived in the Imperial City, there was no one to greet her. The prince, she was told, was attending the New Year’s banquet with the crown princess.

That night, Arabella learned the bitter truth: Prince Regan had his cake and intended to eat it too. But what could she do? It was too late. There was no escape.

Her first night was one of misery. There was no food, and her courtyard was in utter disrepair. Prince Regan didn’t visit her once. She had no one to speak to, no one to accompany her. She was treated worse than a servant. Arabella washed her face with tears, day and night.

A few days later, Prince Regan and his Princess, Zetian, got into an argument. It was brought to her attention that Regan had broken the promise he made to her family. He had vowed that he would never marry, nor take another wife or concubine after marrying her (Zetian). She demanded that Regan rectify the situation—or she would divorce him.

The prince knew for a fact that if Zetian divorced him, he wouldn’t have the power to sit comfortably on the throne, especially since his father’s newest concubine was rumored to be pregnant—word had already spread that it was a boy.

So he complied. Completely forgetting the reason he brought Arabella into his backyard to begin with, Regan hurried to her dilapidated courtyard, his blood boiling. The eunuch announced the prince’s presence, but there was no response. Regan ordered his servants to drag her out.

They found Arabella lying face down on the floor, surrounded by a pool of dark blood. The royal physician was immediately summoned. He arrived just in time.

Arabella had a secret. She’d discovered, four months after the prince left Mudrock, that she was carrying his seed. It was a secret she’d kept hidden, but the royal physician discovered it quickly and wasted no time in reporting it to Regan.

The prince was skeptical—furious. In his mind, Arabella had to be lying. To him, she was shameless, trying to marry into his house while carrying another man’s child.

He demanded that the physician prepare a bowl of Trannavir.

The physician hesitated. Arabella’s body was already too weak. That kind of poison would surely kill both her and the unborn child. Regan tossed a bag of riuunea at the man’s feet.

The physician stuffed the money into his robes with a look of gluttony. All his protests vanished. It was difficult to force the poison down Arabella’s throat, but the imperial physician managed to get the entire bowl into her stomach. The child died, and though Arabella’s body grew even weaker, she survived.

But in this lifetime, she would never bear another child again.