The battlefield was as silent as a graveyard.It was already a graveyard, broken bodies lay around, the ground was stained red with blood and gore, Smoke clung low to the scorched earth, twisting around broken weapons and fallen soldiers. The smell of iron and death clung to everything.Death was all around the place.In the middle of it all knelt a man. His armor was no longer silver but a ruin of scorched metal, cracked with blood soaking through every part of his armor.His sword lay broken in two pieces across the ground, and his chest burned with each ragged breath.General kael Ardyn had lost.Not because he was weak. Not because he had misjudged the battlefield. He had been betrayed. The king’s adviser—the one man Kael had trusted above all—had led the enemy to victory while Kael’s own forces were slaughtered and filled the earth with their blood.He lifted his gaze to the hill where enemy banners waved as a sign of their victory.And there he saw the man who had ruined him, st

Sunlight crept through the tall windows of Kael’s room slipping across the polished floor in thin, pale beams. The palace was quiet, except the distant clatter of servants preparing for the day. Kael’s eyes flicked open, adjusting to the new world around him. Every sound, every scent, every subtle movement was new to him, he was still getting used to everything.Though this body was frail, his mind remained as sharp as the blade he had wielded for years. Someone knocked “Young master” a voice said Kael recognized the voice, the old healer “Come In” kael said The door opened and the healer came in with a tray filled with elixirs and different herbal drinks “How do you feel today?“ Thr healer asked “I'm better” kael said curtly The healer gave kael a bottle that contained some dark drink “This is for restoration of strength and stability” Kael collected the bottle and opened it, but his eyes widened. All his years of being general, kael was used to the forest and

Princess Lysera of the North, was devastated, she was betrothed to prince kael and they've been in love for two years, when he fell sick suddenly she hasn't been allowed to see him and now she has been betrothed to his step brother, Prince Rykal who was a brute. Lysera heard the servants in the kitchen talk about the sick prince who walked into the council meeting, Lysera decided to see Kael for herself.Kael leaned back against the soft mattress, eyes closed, letting the faint warmth of the afternoon sun wash over his face. He had spent hours thinking and cataloging the palace, the council, and the subtle schemes of his stepmother and stepbrother. For a moment, he allowed himself to rest, for just a while.A soft rustle made his eyes open, The faint scent of lavender and cherry blossoms— familiar—wafted into the room. Kael sat up and looked at the door.The door was ajar, and standing there, hesitantly, was a girl with long pink hair and eyes that shimmered.Lysera.This body rec

It was morning already, Kael sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, letting the quiet of the empty room wash over him. He flexed his fingers, rotated his ankles, and stretched his back slowly, feeling every muscle respond. His body now pulsed with energy beneath his skin—He rose fully, his bare feet hitting the polished floor, and moved through a series of deliberate stretches: shoulder rolls, lunges, torso twists. The air smelled faintly of herbs from the palace kitchens, but Kael barely noticed. Every movement, every flex and shift, reminded him that the poison that had sapped his body was gone. Every tendon and muscle was awakening, He had banned the healers from bringing herbs to him and now his body was responding to the will of his mind honed over decades.By the time he finished, sweat dotted his brow. He pulled on his light training tunic, the fabric clinging to the lean definition of his arms and chest. Today, he decided, he would test himself—not alone in the pra

Kael woke up that morning with a determination, today was the wedding day of Lysera and Rykal and he would not let it happen. He gathered the books that spoke about the tournament and got ready to go to the wedding chapel.Lysera stood in front of the dressing mirror, her hands right around the folds of her white dress. She dreaded this day, the day she would marry Rykal instead of kael.Her instincts screamed for her to run away but that would cause war between her kingdom and this kingdom. Her maids came in “Princess Lysera it is time” “Lysera followed them and walked to the altar, she stood at the altar, her hands tight around the folds of her white gown. Across from her, Rykal’s presence was like a shadow across the room. His posture exuded arrogance, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he whispered, “You will learn to obey, Lysera. Your resistance amuses me… but it will end.” “You flatter yourself Rykal” His jaw clenched, he could not hit her here,