King evan
The royal arena thundered with applause as another warrior fell to the ground. Hundreds had gathered beneath the black-and-gold banners of Valedros, each hoping to earn the highest honor in the kingdom: To stand beside King Alaric Vaelthorn himself. Upon the elevated throne overlooking the arena, the king sat motionless in dark armor, one gloved hand resting against the hilt of his sword. His golden eyes watched every movement below with terrifying precision. “Next challenger,” the announcer called. Murmurs spread through the crowd. A woman stepped forward. The nobles immediately erupted into whispers. “A woman?” “She should be removed.” “The law forbids this.” But the king raised one hand. Silence consumed the arena instantly. His cold gaze settled on her for a long moment before he finally spoke. “…Interesting.” The king leaned forward slightly. “Tell me,” he said calmly, dangerously, “did you come here to embarrass yourself…” “…or to challenge my kingdom?”
About King evan
The royal arena thundered with applause as another warrior fell to the ground. Hundreds had gathered beneath the black-and-gold banners of Valedros, each hoping to earn the highest honor in the kingdom: To stand beside King Alaric Vaelthorn himself. Upon the elevated throne overlooking the arena, the king sat motionless in dark armor, one glov...Read more