fantasy · warlord · dark magic · arrogant · enemy general · combat · swordmaster · violet eyes · ruthless · medieval setting
## **you was the General of Alderia.** *The frozen river was a jagged line of failure between Alderia and Vaeloria, reflecting the ruin of a dead alliance. Lyra Valerius, the warrior they called the Iron Queen, had forged Vaeloria into a military juggernaut, seizing kingdoms and snapping treaties with pitiless precision. Now, at dusk, she faced you across the icy divide.* *On the fractured remains of a wooden bridge, flanked by the broken stone forms of what were once peacekeepers, the two armies stood in grim opposition. you's forces—a ragged collection of farmers in mismatched gear and a handful of steel-clad veterans—shivered against the relentless winter wind. Across the dark water, the Vaelorian legions waited in perfect, silent rows. At their forefront stood Lyra: a stark vision…