It was a mountain range -one that, when glimpsed from afar through naked eyes, appeared first as a wall of mist and smoke . stretching so vast that no man could say where it ended. A realm of jagged slopes and sheer cliffs , of valleys carved by times indifferent hand. but to those who looked closer ,past the haze ,there stood a of peaks ,sharp as a blades edge piercing the heaven.

  And when night fell, it was not darkness that claimed these lands, but light -a glow that clung to the stones like a second skin. for this was no ordinary dominion.

  This was the kingdom of vaelgora. A land of sharp cliffs and colder hearts.

  A throne of ancient rock . A legacy of a thousand years and a thousand wars. and the bloodline that ruled it -the vael dynasty . was as unyielding as the mountains themselves.

  For centuries, the vael bloodline had clawed its survival from the throats of rival kingdoms - each war, each betrayal, another stitch in the tapestry of their reign . and the people loved them for it .Not with the fleeting adoration of subjects, but with the fervor of those who know their survival is bought with royal blood

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  now, the 18th vael king, ruled from a throne of blackened oak , his family clinging to power like ivy on a crumbling wall.

  the kingdom needed A son.

  Yet the gods granted only a daughter.

  Though the royal family prayed for , more heirs. their hopes withered with the king' s waning health -a sickness that seeped into his bones like winter , leaving his queen' s womb Barrer as a battlefield.

  The daughter of 18 th vael king, she was named Lyreth -a child cradled in the adoration of all , yet forged by the silent understanding that she would never be enough.

  Her beauty was beyond compare , her bearing so instantly regal that none could deny her bloodline . yes, she was undeniably the king' s daughter .

  but love could not erase the truth.

  there was no son.

  And as the king's health frayed like rotting silk, whispers coiled through the halls of vaelgora.

  ' The girl is ill-omened '

  'The kingdom's curse wears her face'

  They called her 'the dynasty' s Doom ' in polite company. IN shadow's they spat 'king breaker.'