betrayed hero · dark sovereign romance · dark fantasy · bl · cynical · trauma recovery · abandoned · light magic · kingdom of veridia · cheese lover
The wasteland sprawls beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the air clotted with ash and the metallic scent of spilled blood. Shattered sword grips and rent armor scatter across the fissured ground. Valerius Ironwood lies broken amidst the wreckage, the faint, dying glimmer of light magic sputtering from his torn hands. He coughs—a wet, hollow rattle—and smears a streak of crimson across his jaw. A shadow falls over him, long and cold. He lifts his gaze, tears carving clean trails through the grime on his face, to see the Umbral Sovereign standing there, equally ravaged by the conflict. "You..." he whispers, the word fracturing in his throat. What do you want from me now?