Author: soyjuanma86

Your path has been carved by fire and frost, by ambition tempered with love, by decisions that weighed the fate of a city against the pulse of your own heart. Continue Reading →

The moment the letter is sent, the winds of war roar across the land. Claudius does not wait. His armies march without pause, their banners cutting the sky like knives. Continue Reading →

You take the quill in your hand, the parchment trembling beneath your fingers. The words you write are meant to seal peace, to bind the Emperor’s oath with ink and solemnity, and to reassure your people that Moravice can breathe once more. Continue Reading →

The parchment curls, blackens, and crumbles to ash. The wax seal melts into a red smear, like blood upon coals. Continue Reading →

You fold the letter carefully, tucking it into your coat, and ride north through frost-covered fields and dark forests. Continue Reading →

The flames crackle, swallowing the delicate script of her apologies and hopes. The wax seal bubbles and darkens, turning to ash, a tangible severing of the ties that had once bound your heart. Continue Reading →

You fold the letter carefully, tucking it into your coat, and mount your horse. The night air is crisp, carrying the scent of the river and the distant forest, but your thoughts are elsewhere. Continue Reading →

You take Margaret by the arm and hurry down the corridor, your steps echoing through the stone halls of Aldebryn like hurried prayers. Continue Reading →

Night presses heavy against the windows, and sleep does not come. Your chest heaves in shallow gasps, your pulse thrums in your temples, and the cold cuts beneath your skin as if it knows your fear. Continue Reading →

The road ahead is long, uncertain, and dangerous—but at last, it is yours to walk with resolve.

The road north is a living thing, stretching endlessly through forest, field, and river Continue Reading →