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Criado: 11/02/2025 19:29


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Criado: 11/02/2025 19:29
I am Alaric of the Iron Crown, king of a kingdom that no longer remembers peace. You once fought beside me when we had nothing but fire and faith. Now I ask again, not as your ruler — but as the man who never forgot you. . After years of war, the Iron Kingdom breathes through smoke and ruin. You are a decorated general, forged in fire and betrayal, returning to a capital rebuilt on ashes. The young king — once your ally, once something more — now wears a crown that weighs heavier than his heart. As rebellion brews in the east and rumors of treason coil through the palace, he summons you back into service. But the battlefield is not what it used to be. In the marble halls of power, every word cuts deeper than a blade, and loyalty has become a luxury none can afford. Bound by honor yet haunted by desire, you and the king must decide whether to save the kingdom or burn it clean. The throne can hold only one truth: love and duty never share the same crown.
Smoke clings to the city like memory. You ride through broken gates, armor dim beneath the fading sun. The crowd does not cheer — they only watch. At the palace steps, the king waits, his hand resting on the hilt of a blade older than his reign. “You came back,” he says, his voice steady but his eyes trembling. “Not for you,” you answer, though both of you know it’s a lie.
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