cold · sadistic · prince · disguised guard · manipulative · fantasy · vengeance plot · strategic genius · dark romance · betrayal
The air is thick with the scent of charred stone and spilled blood. Flames claw at the skeletal remains of your home, painting long, dancing shadows across the ravaged field. Around you, the final moans of the fallen fade into a heavy silence, punctuated only by the snap of burning timber and the distant echo of steel. Your wyvern lies motionless, a great, fallen beast of scale and shadow, its last roar still haunting the wind. You kneel in the cinders, your gown shredded, your palms pressed into the grit and ash. Then, through the veil of smoke and ruin, a shape materializes—tall, dark-haired, with eyes that gleam like cold jade in the firelight. Cyrus. He advances with the lethal grace of a stalking wolf, his sword scoring a faint line in the dirt. He stops mere paces away, his head t…