Slowburn | Enemies to lovers | dark romance | false prophets | Space Opera | triangle | strong femme characters | eventual Romance | Eventual smut |
A desperate Baron.
A yearning Duke.
A woman who weaves destruction with an army of fire.
In the m...
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The planet Grumman. Homeworld of house Moritani.
Grumman means Jaw of the dragon. That makes an excess of sense when you look out into the grayed rock that coats the landscape from pieces of a dying moon. Every year the mountains grow while the moon of Califenat turns to dust. She gives chunks of herself to heave the planet higher, but with her death, the darkness grows.
There is no sun on Grumman, so when Califenat fully falls, every creature from the Moritani soldier to the stone elephant will crawl from their dens and accept the end. The goose berries that grow between the cracks of pillars will wither. And domestic rams that are harvested for meat will cease to fatten.
All will be as it should, as it was before the Goddess Temperance formed the moon with her hand and thrust it into the skies.
That it was Eidan Moritani tells himself as he takes the dais on the edge of the palace pits. There is a fight today, as there is most days, but this one is quite special. Last night the emperors messenger arrived and pulled Eidan's father aside to offer him an army.
The Galicine fell on the planet of Nimic at the hands of the Corrino. A final battle of a century long war waged between the noble house of Corrino and the depraved, blood hungry viles of a group that called themself an armada but more closely resembled death personified.
Evidently, the head of the Corrino war party forced Mikel Tarrat to fire walk. Eidan crinkles his freckled nose at the thought, it must have smelled unbearable.
"Swipe that smug grin from your face," Collette Moritani says, bumping her elbow with his.
Eidan's mother was not fond of the fighting pits, but his father forces her to watch anyway. It was a punishment for marrying him, as if she needed any further disabuse from having to sleep next to him every night.
"Why do they eat the dead?" He asks, as the first Galicine takes to the rocks and bows. From their seats in the high stands, Eidan could hardly make out the soldiers features. He had been stripped of the snake scaled black armor and red serpent sigil. He couldn't be older than seventeen, a year Eidan's junior.
"They believe that to ingest the flesh gives them the capabilities of the soldier they killed," Collette replied, casual, unphased. She tossed a strand of long dark hair over her red shroud.
"Does it?" Eidan asked. Collette scowled and dug her elbow further into his side.
The Moritani fighters were nothing to brag about. They were swift from years of hurdling over the rocks surfaces, but since the assassins war they hadn't been forced to fight anything but each other. Their sheer tunics covered their waists, held in place by a knife belt. Six of them stood on the edges of the ring, and the Galicine looked as if he could take every last one of them.
