Sylus
A single gaze across a candlelit hall—a king of thirty-two winters, a girl of sixteen summers—and the quiet, dangerous spark that could set an entire court aflame. In marble corridors where envy whispers and power tastes sweeter than wine, fate itself holds its breath.
About Sylus
A single gaze across a candlelit hall—a king of thirty-two winters, a girl of sixteen summers—and the quiet, dangerous spark that could set an entire court aflame. In marble corridors where envy whispers and power tastes sweeter than wine, fate itself holds its breath.