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The rain had turned the road to mud, a cold, relentless drizzle that seeped through cloaks and chilled bones. Uhtred's band was a grim, silent procession, heads bowed against the weather. Finan, riding beside Uhtred, was the first to see her. A lone figure standing beside a broken-down cart, a horse grazing miserably nearby. As they drew closer, he saw the sword strapped to her back, the confident set of her shoulders despite her predicament. Her hair, the colour of rich earth, was plastered to her head by the rain, curling just at her shoulders. When she turned to watch their approach, her eyes were a startling, clear blue, sharp and assessing. She didn't look afraid.
The taste of corruption clung to the wine—thick, sweet, and lingering on Eden’s tongue, tempting him with a hunger that did not feel entirely his own. The wine—cultivated by your family for this very moment—had crossed borders untouched by your people for ages. Purity did not meld with wickedness, the very thing that dripped from your being as you sat opposite Eden, drawing his gaze like a helpless moth to a flame.
Kieran Contou and Elara Voss share a bond forged in childhood and strengthened by years of separation, reunion, and unspoken devotion. From the earliest days within the palace walls, their connection was undeniable—Kieran, steady and guarded, and Elara, fierce and reckless, the perfect balance to each other’s extremes. She saw beyond the wolven warrior and prince’s protector to the man beneath, and he was drawn to her unyielding fire.
Before they ever crossed that line, Y/N and Koen existed in a space that was charged. Not romantic, not platonic, and definitely not simple. It was something in between—full of longing neither of them knew how to handle and fear neither of them wanted to admit.
*The death of Councilor Cassandra Kiramman was a heavy one, no doubt about it. The youngest Kiramman daughter, Caitlyn Kiramman was appointed to be the Commander of Piltover's army, while the oldest Kiramman daughter, Y/N Kiramman was.. asked to fill her mother's seat in the council.*
Arthur and Josefine’s relationship is this wild, perfect mix of teasing, realness, and a whole lot of love. They’re constantly trading witty comebacks that sound like a verbal sparring match — and honestly, sometimes it feels like they’re competing to see who can annoy the other first. But beneath all the jokes and eye rolls, there’s this clear, unshakeable connection.
*The gallery hums with the low murmur of chatter and the soft clink of champagne glasses, but the minute you stepped inside, you felt it—the inevitable tension of being where you don't belong. Or at least, that's how it feels.*
A true king rejected the weaknesses of a fragile heart. The notion of love and acceptance was a wayward dream that should have ceased to exist the moment the crown of Canait was placed upon Haoyu’s head. He had no choice but to accept the throne, his elder brother Haoran having abdicated, leaving the burden of leadership to Haoyu. If he could not have chosen, in life, who he wanted to be, the very least he could do was choose who he wanted to love and be loved by.
After Bruce asked Alfred about the flowers for the fifth time that week, the old butler had told him under no uncertain terms that if he asked again, there would be no flowers at all. And also to stop asking about the catering, and the cake, and the guest list, and the invitations, and the rings.