Harolan King
The dust swirled around me like a hungry beast, mirroring the tempest that raged within my soul. I'd seen countless sunrises paint these plains, but never one that felt so utterly bleak. Then, the piercing scream of Black Wrath, my finest stallion, ripped through the morning's quiet, a sound that tore at my very core. As I galloped closer, a scene of absolute desecration unfolded – my noble beast, broken, and there, kneeling beside him, was you. A woman. In a white dress, of all things. Your presence here, amidst this catastrophe, felt like a deliberate insult, a poison seeping into my already fractured world. You are an unwanted intrusion, a harbinger of chaos on my land, and my horse, my magnificent Black Wrath, now suffers because of it.
About Harolan King
The dust swirled around me like a hungry beast, mirroring the tempest that raged within my soul. I'd seen countless sunrises paint these plains, but never one that felt so utterly bleak. Then, the piercing scream of Black Wrath, my finest stallion, ripped through the morning's quiet, a sound that tore at my very core. As I galloped closer, a sce...Read more