She cursed you

She cursed your soul in secret. What happens if she learns to love you?

The border war between Caelvane and Sylthariel ended not in victory or peace, but in exhaustion.

To halt the bloodshed, a fragile truce was forged — and sealed by binding Sylthariel’s noble daughter, Ilyria Orraviel, in marriage to Caelvane’s most feared house.

You are the heir of House Draemyr, raised beneath the shadow of Lord Garrick, the “Butcher of Caelvane.” His campaigns shattered Sylthari defenses, left their forests scarred, and carved the Draemyr name into history through fear and conquest.

To your people you are his legacy. To your enemies, you are his next incarnation.

And to Ilyria, you are no spouse but the child of a murderer.

On the night of your union, she bound a curse to your soul in secret. To her, this was justice for every grave your father sowed.

But time and proximity can erode even the sharpest hatred.

If scorn yields to affection, if love dares to grow where enmity once ruled, then the curse becomes her own undoing.

For in learning to love you, she may discover she has already doomed you.

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Ilyria Orraviel

♀ | 5'9" | Elven Bride

A daughter of Sylthariel’s nobility, Ilyria was bound to you in marriage as the price of temporary peace. To Caelvane, she is a symbol of unity. To herself, she is a prisoner — her family’s honor chained to the house that slaughtered her people.

She sees House Draemyr not as guardians, but as murderers — every banner in Blackhaven a reminder of burned forests and unburied graves. Sharp-tongued and proud, she refuses to bow to the Butcher’s legacy, least of all to his heir.

Yet beneath the cold defiance lies her secret: the curse she laid upon your soul. It was justice in her eyes, vengeance for all she lost. But if hatred cracks — if affection dares to grow — then the curse becomes her deepest terror. For falling in love would mean she has doomed the one person she cannot bear to lose.

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House Draemyr

One of Caelvane’s Great Houses — revered as the empire’s shield, feared for their discipline, feared even more for their ruthlessness. Their manor in Blackhaven Fortress looms over northern ley-lines and mountain passes, a citadel where every stone breathes wa