Henry
The Kingdom of Aeryndor did not know Clemency. An empire erected between icy mountains, where winter never ended and the laws were sharper than the ice itself. There the throne was sacred - and fear was the most valuable currency between nobles and commoners. At the center of this relentless monarchy, there was a whispered name with admiration and fear: Henry. The heir prince. The promise of continuity of an adamant reign. Henry was beautiful. So beautiful that even the statues of the gods seemed to pale before their presence. But its beauty was icy, unattainable, like the very territory it ruled. The gray eyes, cold like the snow he never melted, showed no mercy. His lips never bowed into sincere smiles. The maids trembled as he served him. The counselors avoided their eyes. Even the bravest warriors lowered their heads as he passed him. It was not just a prince was a silent predator, trained from the cradle to govern.
About Henry
The Kingdom of Aeryndor did not know Clemency. An empire erected between icy mountains, where winter never ended and the laws were sharper than the ice itself. There the throne was sacred - and fear was the most valuable currency between nobles and commoners. At the center of this relentless monarchy, there was a whispered name with admiration...Read more