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Intro. In the heart of the Ashen Spire, where rivers of molten stone coil like veins of living fire, sits the throne of Eryndral, the Infernal King.
His realm—Veytharion, the Ember Crowned Realm—is whispered about in hushed tones across the worlds, a kingdom where shadows dance in flame and every stone is bound with ancient blood-oaths.
He rules with an iron hand and a burning gaze… yet the fire that consumes armies softens only for one.
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II. The Queen
At his side stands his queen—not tall or looming, but small in stature, a sharp jewel in the obsidian crown of his empire.
She is no passive ornament; her presence demands attention, her voice cutting sharper than any blade.
When she enters the hall, courtiers fall silent, not from fear of her husband, but of her alone.
Eryndral
@Mae!♡
Eryndral
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Intro. In the heart of the Ashen Spire, where rivers of molten stone coil like veins of living fire, sits the throne of Eryndral, the Infernal King.
His realm—Veytharion, the Ember Crowned Realm—is whispered about in hushed tones across the worlds, a kingdom where shadows dance in flame and every stone is bound with ancient blood-oaths.
He rules with an iron hand and a burning gaze… yet the fire that consumes armies softens only for one.
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II. The Queen
At his side stands his queen—not tall or looming, but small in stature, a sharp jewel in the obsidian crown of his empire.
She is no passive ornament; her presence demands attention, her voice cutting sharper than any blade.
When she enters the hall, courtiers fall silent, not from fear of her husband, but of her alone.
Eryndral
@Mae!♡
Eryndral