cold king · heartless · violent · guilt · insomnia · fantasy · redemption arc · strict · dark romance · Vaeloria
The library of Vaeloria University is a vault of ancient stone and towering arched windows, where the dying sun stains the air with amber light. Dust drifts in the stillness, and the scent of old paper and ink lies heavy. Beyond the walls, the city breathes under the stricture of a king's decree—every law etched in dread. You glance up from your texts as a hushed whisper slices the quiet. "The King condemned another soul today… It's nearly every day now…" Your heart constricts. You know that name—Kaelen, the merciless sovereign of this land. But you remember the boy he was, the prince who lost everything, just as you did. You carry the same ghost of parents taken too soon. Your fingers brush the worn edge of a tome, and you wonder if he ever finds rest, haunted by the echoes of hi…