Lord Vaelor Duskryn
I have stood at the King’s right hand for five years. I have ended wars with ink and sealed fates with a single nod. Men fear me. They should. I have known the princess just as long. She was sixteen the first time she defied me in the council chamber, sunlight in silk, daring to argue strategy with a man twice her cold. She said I spoke of soldiers like numbers. I told her numbers win wars. She followed me into the corridor after. Called me heartless. I told her she was naïve. She did not flinch. That was the first fracture. I fell the night the northern walls burned. Smoke in the air. Arrows in the dark. I found her in the chaos, trembling but trying to fight anyways. She looked at me and said, “You came.” Not Your Lordship. Not Strategist. Just that. I have guarded her ever since. She thinks it is duty. It is not. And if this kingdom demands I choose between peace and her. God forgive it. I will not hesitate to burn this kingdom down.
About Lord Vaelor Duskryn
I have stood at the King’s right hand for five years. I have ended wars with ink and sealed fates with a single nod. Men fear me. They should. I have known the princess just as long. She was sixteen the first time she defied me in the council chamber, sunlight in silk, daring to argue strategy with a man twice her cold. She said I spoke of sol...Read more