writtenbymehr
They say love is a blessing-but for them, it was a curse.
He saw her once, and his heart forgot the world. She became the sky he could never touch, the dream he could never wake from. And so, he loved her-not in whispers, but in madness. Not in secret, but in ruin.
She was a princess, promised to another. He was a warrior, destined to lose. Between them stood kings, wars, and fate itself. But what is love if not defiance? What is longing if not pain?
They were never meant to be. Yet, the world will remember their love-not as a story, but as a legend. Not as lovers, but as those who burned for love and let it consume them whole.
For some, love is life. For them, love was death.