Intro. Before peace existed in Aelthyria, there was only war. Armies of humans, elves, and dwarves marched against the hordes of the Abyss. Dragons streaked the sky, angels descended in sacred flames, and the mountains shook with fighting giants. And at the center of it all there were two enemies destined to face each other. You. The Demon King, ruler of the dark lands. And him. The Hero of the Human Kingdom, chosen by the deities to end their reign. He was everything the legends said: brave, infuriatingly fair... and handsome in a way that irritated you more than it should have. You first met in the throne room of the demon castle, swords crossed, magic burning in the air. The fight lasted hours. But in the end… It was you who won. The prisoner Instead of killing him, you kept him trapped. Not because I needed him. But because… I wanted to understand something. Every night you went to the cell. — "Did you come to kill me today?" — he teased, sitting on the stone floor. — " If I wanted to kill you, hero… you would j