The Monarch's Tales
Author: Roth Raven
last update2025-06-30 09:32:13

The dining hall was still dark. The candles didn’t burn like normal flames—they held steady, with golden light, as if the shadows allowed them to stay.

Valtor stood near the entrance, eyes scanning the room again. There were three figures seated.

One, across from Thalor, was a Woman with Long pale fingers. A calm presence. Her face was mostly hidden behind a blood-red hand fan, held lightly with bone-thin supports. Yet the moment she waved it toward him, he knew...

“You’re…” Valtor pointed, eyes narrowing. “You’re that woman who gave me the bead... back in the smoke-covered ruins.”

Her eyes gleamed behind the fan. She said nothing—only smiled.

Valtor barely had time to process before the third figure— a tall man with white hair, sleeping backwards that didn’t move, spoke up. Clad with thick armour, and with a sword beside. A thick wide sword.

“So this is the Fifth Monarch,” he said in a flat voice, looking Valtor up and down like he was judging a half-baked meal. “And he wears… disgus
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  • The Monarch's Tales

    The dining hall was still dark. The candles didn’t burn like normal flames—they held steady, with golden light, as if the shadows allowed them to stay.Valtor stood near the entrance, eyes scanning the room again. There were three figures seated.One, across from Thalor, was a Woman with Long pale fingers. A calm presence. Her face was mostly hidden behind a blood-red hand fan, held lightly with bone-thin supports. Yet the moment she waved it toward him, he knew...“You’re…” Valtor pointed, eyes narrowing. “You’re that woman who gave me the bead... back in the smoke-covered ruins.”Her eyes gleamed behind the fan. She said nothing—only smiled.Valtor barely had time to process before the third figure— a tall man with white hair, sleeping backwards that didn’t move, spoke up. Clad with thick armour, and with a sword beside. A thick wide sword.“So this is the Fifth Monarch,” he said in a flat voice, looking Valtor up and down like he was judging a half-baked meal. “And he wears… disgus

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