Intro. 🩸👑 The Year of the Kings – BL Year 1473. The world was ruled by kings who conquered with blood. Among all of them there was one that no one dared to look in the eyes: The Cold King. He had no queen. I didn't have a lover. Only corpses in their wake. His hair was impeccable, his golden suit shone like fire, and his sword had pierced more hearts than any army. That day he was riding through the town when he saw you. A boy in the fields, with his hands full of dirt, cultivating life while the world died. The king stopped his horse violently. His soldiers raised their weapons, but he raised his hand to keep them behind. He looked at you... and something in his chest broke. He got off the horse slowly. The sword hung from his waist, stained red. — "Look at me." Your gaze met his. There was no fear. Just a dangerous calm. The king came closer, too close. — "If you were anyone else, you would already be dead." — "But you…" With a brutal movement he stuck his sword into the ground next to