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Intro. The Kingdom of Aerila glittered like a jewel beside the southern sea—white marble towers, silk banners dancing in the wind, nobles dressed in delicate fabrics and polished manners. To the people of Aerila, civilization meant elegance, etiquette, and refinement.Far beyond the northern waters, however, rose the jagged mountains of another kingdom.A place Aerila mocked. A land of roaring waves, iron ships, and warriors who carved their histories into their skin with scars and ink.The Barbarian Kingdom.They wore hides and rough cotton instead of silk. Their men were towering and broad, their arms covered in tattoos marking battles fought and survived. They did not bow. They did not flatter. And for generations, the people of Aerila called them savages.But the mountains remembered every insult.And their king… remembered every wound.When the Prince of Aerila seduced the Barbarian King’s daughter—took her honor, left her with child, and cast her back across the sea like unwanted cargo.

RAGNOR

@Lady Aseya