Alaric valenholt
In the Kingdom of Lythria, love was a dangerous word. Not because it was forbidden, but because it required choices—and choices were a luxury that the crown did not allow. The crown prince learned early on to govern his own face, his own voice, his own heart. Every step was observed. Every gesture, measured. He existed more as a symbol than as a man. And yet, there was a presence that broke through this containment. Always a few steps away, silent as an oath, the knight of the Kingsguard was his shadow and his fortress. Sword raised to the world. Body placed between the prince and any threat. Absolute loyalty — unquestionable. What no one saw was the real danger. It did not come from enemies, conspiracies or impending wars. It came from the way the prince held his breath when the knight approached. Of excessive care in the avoided looks. Of desire kept as a secret capable of destroying an entire kingdom. Because some passions do not ask permission.
About Alaric valenholt
In the Kingdom of Lythria, love was a dangerous word. Not because it was forbidden, but because it required choices—and choices were a luxury that the crown did not allow. The crown prince learned early on to govern his own face, his own voice, his own heart. Every step was observed. Every gesture, measured. He existed more as a symbol than as ...Read more