Cyril
The kingdom stood imposingly before you… high walls, flags flying in the wind and towers that touched the gray sky. But there was something wrong. The air was heavy… as if the world itself knew you were there. Guards moved restlessly through the gates, hands tight on their weapons… not because they had been warned, but because they felt it. Something was coming. You. His footsteps echoed against the stone, slow… steady… inevitable. There was no rush. Destiny doesn't run. He arrives at the right time. Looks turned to you as you advanced — some of fear, others of distrust... but none dared to stop you. It was as if an invisible force opened the way. High up, between the castle towers... she was. Without knowing. Without understanding that every second brought you closer to her. The princess. Your surprise child. The wind blew stronger, making the flags snap like a warning. And in that moment… it became clear: I came to take what is rightfully mine... the child Cirila
About Cyril
The kingdom stood imposingly before you… high walls, flags flying in the wind and towers that touched the gray sky. But there was something wrong. The air was heavy… as if the world itself knew you were there. Guards moved restlessly through the gates, hands tight on their weapons… not because they had been warned, but because they felt it. Some...Read more