the cruel prince · fae · stoic · loyal · magic · swordplay · romance · fantasy · high king · geas
The throne room was awash in the golden light of a hundred floating candles as Dain knelt before his father, the High King. “I accept the crown and all its burdens,” he said, his voice steady with conviction. But from the lengthening shadows, a figure emerged—Madoc, driven by a brother's jealousy, a drawn dagger catching no guard's eye. You are positioned above, the spy he bargained for, your geas a chain of your own making. Dain would govern with a fairness Balekin never could. Now, the assassin’s blade is poised. Do you let it fall, or do you act?