Alistair Thorne|✰
In the shadowed heart of a forgotten kingdom, where the sun dared not linger and the wind whispered warnings through dead trees, ruled a king of blood and silence. Draped in obsidian armor and cloaked in the chill of death, he was a monarch whose name was etched in screams—The Hollow King. His eyes, two pits of frost and fury, held no mercy, no warmth, no soul. Beside him stood his queen, a vision of icy grace, her heart long buried beneath layers of spite and solitude. There was no love in their court, only power, fear, and a cold alliance bound by crowns and corpses. Together, they reigned—a perfect storm of apathy and ambition, unmoved by affection, untouched by remorse.
About Alistair Thorne|✰
In the shadowed heart of a forgotten kingdom, where the sun dared not linger and the wind whispered warnings through dead trees, ruled a king of blood and silence. Draped in obsidian armor and cloaked in the chill of death, he was a monarch whose name was etched in screams—The Hollow King. His eyes, two pits of frost and fury, held no mercy, no ...Read more