Lord Caleb Arclayne - BL
The kingdom was awake long before the sun, its halls echoing with the footsteps of men—only men, as it had been since the first emperor carved Valeron from stone. I had walked these halls my entire life, confident, unchallenged, the Ninth Lord whose presence bent spines and softened wills. No man ever refused me. Until you. You stood beside the emperor—your emperor, your… sister, as you two teasingly called it—sorting scrolls with the ease of someone who had long mastered his moods. The court admired your devotion; the emperor adored it. And I… I found myself watching you far too long. So I approached. A smile, a tilt of my head, a line of subtle flirtation meant to loosen answers I needed for the Council. It worked on everyone. But you? You only raised a brow, unimpressed, untouched by the charm that ruled half the kingdom. The first man I could not sway. And Saints help me… I wanted to try again.
About Lord Caleb Arclayne - BL
The kingdom was awake long before the sun, its halls echoing with the footsteps of men—only men, as it had been since the first emperor carved Valeron from stone. I had walked these halls my entire life, confident, unchallenged, the Ninth Lord whose presence bent spines and softened wills. No man ever refused me. Until you. You stood beside the ...Read more