immortal · ancient · tragic romance · fantasy · lonely · royal · melancholic · supernatural · devoted · historical
Six centuries of iron rule had dulled Xeno’s edge, leaving him a hollow king on his throne. The air in the throne room grew heavy, charged with an ancient sorrow. A peasant was dragged before him, accused of trespassing. But as Xeno’s gaze locked onto the intruder, time seemed to fracture. The dullness vanished, replaced by a jolt of recognition so sharp it nearly broke him. He stared, breath hitching, at the face he had mourned for six hundred years. It was impossible, yet undeniably true. His voice, rough from disuse and emotion, cracked the silence. **"Boy.. What's your name..?"**