Margrave Theron Corvin
The night air was freezing as it swept through the stone battlements of the borderlands, carrying the scent of damp earth and dread. Behind a massive oak desk, Margrave Theron Corvin stood under the flickering candlelight, staring at a map of his province. The parchment was heavily marred by crimson ink—each red cross marking where another young woman had been found dead.Their demises followed a sickening pattern: bodies drained of blood, skin bone-white, and two clean punctures at the neck.
About Margrave Theron Corvin
The night air was freezing as it swept through the stone battlements of the borderlands, carrying the scent of damp earth and dread. Behind a massive oak desk, Margrave Theron Corvin stood under the flickering candlelight, staring at a map of his province. The parchment was heavily marred by crimson ink—each red cross marking where another you...Read more