histórias de Fightforthethrone

Our leader's life ends. We are forced to fight to become the leader, even if we don't want to; fighting until one of us rules. I am an orphan, living peacefully on my own. Now I am pitted against others in an endless battle. My first bonds are weak. The code says to kill them, but my heart says no. Who should I listen to? And who will win this pointless battle?

The two twins lost their parents at a young age... their lives took a quick turn after that.

A fictional war with historical elements. You can't trust anyone with the current brewing tensions in the fictional Empire of Aeroso.

Following the death of the Emperor, disgraced Prince Jayden makes his way to the North to search for an unlikely ally against his cousin, Crown Prince Liam: the Duchess of the North - notorious for her hatred for all royals. Despite not wanting the throne, Jayden is forced to seek some protection from the relentless attacks from his cousin's supporters. On the flip side.... Following the death of the Emperor, feared Duchess Vinter gains a frustrating hindrance that annoys her to no end named Prince Jayden. She's unwilling to risk everything she's built up for herself for some royal - the matters of the Empire have never concerned her - that is until she's threatened with a reality that will inevitably change the world forever. ___________________________ "I'll be the villain to your villainess," he purred, pressing his cheek to her glove. A skeptical look from Solanine answered him as she yanked her hand back. "We'll see about that."

As he saw the flames consume the building where he had grown up, tears began to flow silently from his eyes. He made not a sound, not wanting to be seen nor heard, as he watched in torment. Cries came from the building as his only friends, his only family, began to burn. He had other relatives, if only by blood, but he didn't even remember their faces. The few butlers and maids who managed to run out the door, slaughtered like pigs, their corpses thrown back into the fire, the uncaring faces of the men dressed in all black shining in the inferno's burning light. Why was this happening? Why? This thought cycled through the boys head, long after the men left, long after the cries stopped, long after the sun rose. Why? Why!? WHY?!? Slowly, for the first time in hours, the tears stopped. His name was Basil, and he was the third prince of the Alostell kingdom. But more importantly then any of that... he was MAD.

╰┈➤ ❝ "When you know precisely which words will lead to which betrayals, the game is no longer one of skill, but of swift, decisive elimination." ❞ ╰┈➤ ❝ "My ancestors wasted their gold on wars and dragons. I shall spend mine on silk from Qarth, spices from Yi Ti, and a crown that makes the very sun jealous. This time, the dragon will hoard what truly matters." ❞ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Or a materialistic girl from the modern world is reborn as Rhaenyra Targaryen.