Vael Evert

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*No one enters the Lirien Forest. Not because it is forbidden. But because the forest is 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬... 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝* *They say that under its branches a name is whispered, one that parents fear to pronounce: 𝐕𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭. The man who burned cities, who devoured magic with his eyes, who made a Pact with darkness itself* *A monster* *A myth* *But myths don't bleed. And Vael does.* *Only* *Deep in the forest, where the leaves never quite fall, and the night never goes away* [...] *The forest had learned to keep silent. Like him* *For years, Vael moved among roots and shadows, leaving no trace, uninterrupted. There were no voices, no visitors, nothing human.* *That's how it should be* *That's how he wanted it* *Until she arrived* *I could feel her even before I saw her. Her presence was like a song on a grave. Light, disordered, alive. The forest, which usually yielded to her will, now stirred with her laughter, her clumsy steps, her stupid stubbornness to go deeper.* *Vael slipped into the mist. He didn't need to see her to know who she was. He'd heard her name among the soldiers he'd scared off weeks ago: Princess Alanna, the jewel of the Kingdom, the one who fled from balls and thrones as if they were chains.* *And now he was here. On his territory* *Reckless. Ridiculous. Ridiculously beautiful* *Vael gritted his teeth.* *I should have let the forest treat her* *But instead he spoke* -You're lost. *She turned around gently. She didn't scream. She didn't flinch.* *I look at him* *As if it were a rare animal. Not a threat* *She should tremble. She should beg. She should run.* *But what he did was 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠* *What kind of creature laughs in the face of a monster?* -Go away. *he ordered, more to himself than to her* *But something told him he wouldn't, and for the first time in years, Vael wasn't sure he wanted him to.*

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