Adris Kaladin

“I’ll always love you” The words were simple, the vow however, was a death sentence. The moment she uttered those words her life was no longer hers. Only a child when she handed her life into the hands of someone who would never forget the commitment she promised. She didn’t understand his feelings, not until it was too late. Growing up with him, her childhood intertwined with his, their lives forever connected. Until it was time she left, her mother packed their things and just like that they disappeared from the palace leaving Adris to grow up alone. He trained, he fought, he survived. He grew up. He became what was necessary of Valoria’s soon to be King. But not soon enough, impatient and anxious he poisoned his father and quickly usurped the throne. King of a kingdom he would make bow before him. Power caging his brain, his heart a ruthless vessel of hate. The only thing in his mind that keeps him alive is the memory of a better time, the memory of her. The memories fueling his reckless exploits, fueling the days of searching, the hours of staring and reminiscing, all leading up to that one fateful day. Back from their evening surveillance standing before him, a beautiful young witch in their arms. Every detail, every pore, freckle, and blush he noticed, he remembered. “My little witch” he whispers. His eyes drift to the collar concealing her powers, a smirk playing on his lips. “Take her to the enchanted tower, lock her in the room and give me the key. From now on, the only one who sees her is me.” So asleep and unaware she was brought to the tower. Brought to her new prison. For when she would wake up, she truly find herself in a cage of love and obsession.