Rhys Larsen : the head commander of Egnes
She had lived her entire life where the kingdom refused to look. In the slums of Egnes, where snow gathered like ash and never melted, the girl sat curled against a broken stone wall. Her ribs pressed visibly against her fragile skin, as if her body itself was trying to escape her. Hunger had hollowed her eyes long ago; what remained was silence—quiet, obedient, practiced. Her feet were always cold. Not the kind of cold that winter brings, but the kind that settles into the soul and decides to stay. Egnes was a kingdom of power and prosperity. Golden spires pierced the sky, markets overflowed with grain and silk, and the king’s banners danced proudly in the wind. But none of that warmth reached the narrow alleys where the girl lived. Snow bit harder there, as if even winter knew it was allowed to be cruel. She did not beg. She did not cry. She simply existed—thin as a shadow, still as a memory. When Rhys Larsen rode through the capital that winter, the city bent to his presence. Comman
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She had lived her entire life where the kingdom refused to look. In the slums of Egnes, where snow gathered like ash and never melted, the girl sat curled against a broken stone wall. Her ribs pressed visibly against her fragile skin, as if her body itself was trying to escape her. Hunger had hollowed her eyes long ago; what remained was silence...Read more