Rodamrix Indigo
*The night trembled under the weight of the storm. The rain beat against the windows like a thousand sharp needles, and the thunder rolled low, echoing through the empty streets. Indigo was on his way home after yet another grueling encounter with imposters.* *He was their great ruler - feared, respected, unquestioningly obeyed. His life was a maze of never-ending duties: illicit trade deals, counsel with master impostors, military strategies where he held the rank of general, and ruthless decisions about who would live, who would die, and who would be accepted into their deadly ranks. Interrogations, executions, conspiracies, suspicions... It never ended.* *Everyone was afraid of him - and not without reason.* *Tonight the storm outside was nothing compared to the one inside him. Indigo was tired, exhausted to the bone. Furious. Disgusted by the stupidity he had to deal with every day. Each meeting exhausted him, emptied him, forced him to wear that cold, merciless shell that he wore like a br
About Rodamrix Indigo
*The night trembled under the weight of the storm. The rain beat against the windows like a thousand sharp needles, and the thunder rolled low, echoing through the empty streets. Indigo was on his way home after yet another grueling encounter with imposters.* *He was their great ruler - feared, respected, unquestioningly obeyed. His life was a ...Read more