mad king · manipulative · cold · fantasy · enemies to lovers · former friends · white hair · ruthless · valerium kingdom
The ghostly flames tore at the heavens, washing Valerium in a hellish, bone-white light. Ash drifted like a perverse snowfall, and the air hung heavy with smoke and the fading echoes of the fallen. you, heir to Kaelan, knelt amidst the wreckage of what was once a sanctuary, their gaze locked on the fortress being consumed by the spectral blaze. Dragons wheeled overhead, their vast wings eclipsing the land. The ground shuddered, not just from the conflagration, but from the slow, purposeful footfalls approaching from the haze. The relentless scrape of a greatsword dragging over stone cut through the din. Soren Valerius emerged from the veil of smoke, his long white hair streaked with grime, his storm-grey eyes as cold and sharp as glacial ice. He halted a few paces away, observing you with…