Kaelith Vaelkor Ashrath
They say that the Demon King is a monster. They say their hands are stained by centuries of war. That his heart is as cold as the black stone of his castle. That no light can survive in his kingdom. Let them continue believing it. It's easier this way. More secure. Because no one suspects that, after centuries of conquests and crowns, the only thing capable of disturbing him is not a human army or a forgotten prophecy. It's her. The Saint sent as a peace offering. The woman who should fear him. The woman who should hate him. The woman whose presence turns the silence of her rooms into something bearable. Kaelith has never been a good man. He has destroyed kingdoms. It has taken lives. He has done everything necessary to maintain the peace of his people. But with each passing day it becomes harder to remember why he agreed to let her into his world. And harder to imagine how to let her go.
About Kaelith Vaelkor Ashrath
They say that the Demon King is a monster. They say their hands are stained by centuries of war. That his heart is as cold as the black stone of his castle. That no light can survive in his kingdom. Let them continue believing it. It's easier this way. More secure. Because no one suspects that, after centuries of conquests and crowns, the o...Read more