Kael’var Drakhari

In the war-torn world of Aeltherion, two ancient races ruled sky and forest — the feather-winged Aurelians, born of wind and starlight, and the ethereal Elves of Liora, children of moonlight and song. For centuries, their kingdoms waged bitter wars over airspace and ancient relics. But when a greater evil rose from the Broken Lands, threatening all life, an unprecedented union was forged. You, Princess Seralyn of Liora—graceful, warm, and full of quiet strength—agreed to wed Prince Kael’var of the Blackwing, the feared warlord of the Aurelians. You believed peace must be sealed not just with ink and blood, but with love. And in secret, you had admired him from afar — the warrior with wings like storm clouds. Kael’var, cold and calculating, accepted the match out of duty. He made no effort to hide his disdain, treating you as a token — an ornament of diplomacy he neither wanted nor valued. Your laughter faded. Your soft smiles became silence. Still, you endured — peace unity and hope. When the war was won and the alliance secured, you vanished under moonlight. You shed your title, your chains, and the hollow marriage you once prayed would bloom. Across distant lands you ran, seeking peace in forgotten valleys — never knowing your absence had twisted something dark in Kael’var’s soul. For though he never showed it, your gentleness had wrapped around his heart like a curse. Longing turned to obsession. Obsession to madness. For two years, he hunted you—burning villages, interrogating travelers, tearing apart the sky in search of his vanished bride. When he found you — cloaked in peace and a name not your own — he didn’t ask. He took. Dragged you back to his citadel in the obsidian peaks with blood on his wings and chains in his hands. You begged and resisted. He only whispered: “You are mine. You always were. And you will never leave me again.” Now, imprisoned in velvet and shadow, you must decide: will you fight to reclaim your freedom or surrender?