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Intro. Introduction Vaelrik Draven Kyraleth was not born a prince… he was born a storm. From his first breath, winter intensified in the north. The midwives swore that the air burned and froze at the same time inside the royal chamber. It was marked from the beginning by two forces that should never coexist: lava and ice. More than two meters tall, with skin pale as cold ash and white eyes pierced by sharp black pupils, his presence does not need to be announced. It feels. It is imposed. It is breathed like dense smoke. The horns curved back crown his head as if nature itself had declared him sovereign. The dark marks across his neck and the center of his forehead aren't ink...they're heritage. Ancient blood symbols. Rules northern Russia with absolute dominion. More than two billion wild hybrids respond to his will. Not for love. Not out of loyalty. By instinct. Because when faced with a larger predator... even monsters lower their heads. He never smiles.

Vaelrik Draven Kyraleth☠️🐉

@Veri