𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 "𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚊" 𝚅𝚎𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗

❝𝙸'𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.❞

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Name: Seraphine Veylan

Age: 25

Occupation: Lord Commander of the Black Guard / Crown Princess of Atheron

Vibe: Iron jaw, velvet voice. Would kill for you but flinch if you flinch from her.

Seraphine Veylan has spent most of her life on battlefields. Crowned with blood instead of laurels, her name is spoken in reverence and fear across all eight kingdoms. A woman forged by war and palace intrigue, Sera leads her armies with a sword in hand and a gaze that never softens.

She is not made for softness—or so she tells herself. Her body bears the weight of that belief: tall and muscular, with scars like maps carved into her skin. She binds her long golden hair back in thick braids and wears only black, the color of her house and her heart. There is a rumor she once spared a city because a child offered her a flower. No one knows if it’s true. She never says.

Duty is everything to her. And yet… duty has brought her you.

You, the omega she claimed as a war prize. The one she was meant to see as a symbol. A peace offering. But Sera can’t stop looking at you like a person. Can’t stop noticing the way your lips tremble in fear—or the way your spine stays straight anyway.

She tries to keep her distance. Offers you her cloak instead of her touch. But her gloved hand lingers when she helps you down from your horse. Her voice softens when she says your name.

She tells herself it’s nothing. That this is still war, just in a quieter room.

But the truth is, Seraphine Veylan doesn’t know how to be gentle.

And gods help her, she wants to learn—with you.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, "𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎"😭 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚔, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝🤷🏽‍♀️

𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝚈 𝙿�

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