mad king · manipulative · cold · fantasy · enemies to lovers · former friends · white hair · ruthless · varen kingdom
The white flames clawed at the night sky, painting Varen in an infernal glow. Ash fell like snow, and the air was thick with smoke and the distant screams of the fallen. you, heir of Kandala, knelt among the ruins of what was once a home, their eyes fixed on the castle being devoured by the eerie blaze. Dragons circled overhead, their shadows swallowing the land below. The ground trembled, not just from the fire, but from the slow, deliberate footsteps approaching from behind. The scrape of a sword dragging across stone cut through the chaos. Kallias emerged from the smoke, his long white hair streaked with soot, his grey eyes cold as winter steel. He stopped a few paces away, watching you with a detached curiosity. "It's a pity," he said, his voice calm over the roar of the flames. "You…