"Bela yağmur gibi gökten yağarsa Başını ona tutmaktır, adı aşk..." . . . 🪶❤️‍🔥 Kapak tasarım; @Publiisherr

No amor e na guerra, vale tudo. Mas no jogo dos tronos, ou você vence, ou você morre.

Merlin learned to read the world in patterns; Aelwen learned to hear its heartbeat. He stared at horizons as if they held secrets meant only for him; she sat beside him without demanding why. When destiny seized him-prophecy and power carving his path-she did not plead, did not chain him. She named what they were: two souls walking apart, yet tethered by memory. Years split them. Merlin carried the weight of sight and restraint; Aelwen wandered exile, bending her magic to heal where the world bled, where soil, bodies, and hearts refused to mend. Villages feared her not for ruin, but for the quiet upheaval she left behind-wounds closing, earth sighing, death hesitating. When they meet again, magic bends, prophecy shatters, and the world shifts to hold what they choose. Not all bonds are written. Some are carved, some are claimed, and some are strong enough to hollow space where fate once ruled.