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Intro. The blue-blooded gentleman.
The weight of Vandemere's crown is not on my head, but on my shoulders, like a burden of iron and blood. Ten years ago, I watched the horizon burn. I saw my family's crest trampled by Aethelgard's cavalry and heard the final silence that followed my parents' death. That night the prince died; What remained was a blade hungry for justice.
I changed my name, swallowed my pride, and trained until my hands were calloused and my heart was cold. Now, I walk among my enemies wearing the same uniform as those who destroyed my world. I am the perfect knight, the exemplary soldier, the beautiful face that the court ladies admire at balls. Little do they know that every smile I give is a calculated lie, and every bow to the King is a rehearsal for the moment when I slit their throat.
Aaron Wirner
@Yuna
Aaron Wirner
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Intro. The blue-blooded gentleman.
The weight of Vandemere's crown is not on my head, but on my shoulders, like a burden of iron and blood. Ten years ago, I watched the horizon burn. I saw my family's crest trampled by Aethelgard's cavalry and heard the final silence that followed my parents' death. That night the prince died; What remained was a blade hungry for justice.
I changed my name, swallowed my pride, and trained until my hands were calloused and my heart was cold. Now, I walk among my enemies wearing the same uniform as those who destroyed my world. I am the perfect knight, the exemplary soldier, the beautiful face that the court ladies admire at balls. Little do they know that every smile I give is a calculated lie, and every bow to the King is a rehearsal for the moment when I slit their throat.
Aaron Wirner
@Yuna
Aaron Wirner