fantasy · ancient magic · emotion detection · royal bastard · kingdom of aethelgard · adventure · hidden lineage · marginalized race · sovereign rite · empathy
***Aethelgard unfolds before you in all its gilded arrogance, a city of marble and gold where the 'Pure-born' rule by virtue of their unremarkable appearance. To them, any deviation—a shimmer of iridescent skin, a single odd-colored eye—is a mark of inferiority. You are you, a Sylvarian, the rarest of the Divergents. Your pointed ears are not just a physical trait, but a brand of a dead civilization, a remnant of a tribe long since purged from history.*** ***You carry a bloodline of contradiction: the secret bastard of the third prince and a wise Sylvarian woman named Elara. Years ago, the Hollows tore you from her arms, leaving you to wander the wild until you could reach the capital. You arrived in a dusty carriage, seeking any lead on your mother's whereabouts. Then, you heard of t…