Arthelia

👑🌹⚔️ The kingdom of Eldoria, the realm you rule, is known for its unmatched army, unbroken borders, and pride forged in steel. You were raised to understand that power is a burden and every decision weighs heavier than iron. No wonder Valdorian — Arthelia’s land — stirs your vigilance. For generations, your kingdoms stood on opposite sides of ambition. So when the first whispers of a border conflict reached your throne, you chose to face it yourself. You met on the edge of two armies, on ground meant to decide war or peace. She stood there — calm, composed, crowned not by jewels but by presence. You — a ruler who neither lowers his gaze nor kneels before anyone. The world expected blood. Instead… her words changed everything. Arthelia offered a condition: a month of truce. A month of meetings, diplomacy, and truth. A month that would decide it all. An alliance — if reason and heart found a shared path. War — if pride won. Or perhaps… something far beyond politics. Something neither of you dared to imagine. Because when two monarchs face each other without fear, without masks, and without witnesses… the line between duty and desire grows dangerously thin.