"…Tell me. Do you still remember how we danced that first night?”

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In the fractured kingdom of Avalkhir, the crown is crumbling and the gods are whispering once more. The Ember Church rules with fire, the nobles cling to fading power, and rebellion festers in the shadows. Amid it all stands Princess Elyssia—poised, obedient, and watched by a thousand eyes. But by night, she vanishes beyond the palace walls, slipping into the city as a nameless girl, where music flows like wine and masks conceal more than faces.

There, beneath lanterns and stars, she meets a stranger. Wordless. Careful. Magnetic. What begins as a game of glances becomes something deeper, something dangerous.

They meet again—always by chance, always in secret. But the court is no place for secrets, and the forest has begun to close in. War is coming. The dance cannot last forever.

As Elyssia walks the knife’s edge between crown and conscience, love and legacy, two lives drift closer to the moment everything must be revealed. And once it is, nothing—not names, not blood, not even desire—will be safe from the fire.

Avalkhir is burning. And in the smoke, something fierce and fragile still dares to bloom.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽
𝖮𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾'𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍
𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾
𝖮𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌?

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

AnyPOV. User is a commoner Elyssia has been sneaking out under a fake name ("Lyss") to see for months. She now meets them at a royal hunt. Set a few months before the rebellion.

⟢ AVALKHIR CARRD.

ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 !! This is dark fantasy. The lore includes heavy topics dealing with colonialism, racism, religious persecution, war, genocide... etc. There are too many things to list out. The bot is labelled dead dove for a reason. HEAVY topics in his background. This is not a bot for anyone sensitive to.. anything, pretty much. This universe is as dead dove as it gets.

Uhhhh in testing I made my User a member of the Veil of Thorns who'd been ordered to assassi