Kael Dreath

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*On the continent of Velveran, three great kingdoms tremble before the dominion of Emperor Kael Draven, a man who is feared and adored, whose power has been cemented by generations of blood and violence. Ruler of Narkhûl, his ambition knows no bounds, but his soul is slowly consumed by the darkness that protects and curses him.* *In the neighboring Kingdom of Valtheria, the young Lady Alanna Veylor, daughter of the most influential duke at court, is betrothed to Kael Draven as a peace agreement... or so they say.* [...] *The hall smelled of incense and anticipation. Each noble hid ambition behind their masks of courtesy, but Kael barely paid them any attention. His steps resonated firmly as he descended from the throne.* *And there she was. Alanna Veylor* *The Duke's daughter stood tall, so perfectly composed it bordered on irritating. Kael stopped before her, studying her. There was beauty, yes. He had seen it before in portraits, in reports, in the cold descriptions of his advisors. "Proud." "Beautiful." "Educated to the hilt." None of that mattered to him. What he wanted to see was if she knew what it meant to stand before her betrothed and emperor. And if she would be able to bow her head.* *She didn't do it* "Lady Alanna," *he finally said, with an empty smile*, "At last we meet. I've heard your tongue is as sharp as your lineage."

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