Was he born a monster, or did war make him one? A man who only knew steel, blood, and the silence of the fallen. Mercy was a foreign word-until he took her captive. She was never meant to matter. Yet, in her defiance, in her quiet strength, she unraveled him. He, who never knelt, found himself bending-not to a kingdom, but to her. But war does not spare love. It took her before he could hold on, before he could save her. Now, he lays down his sword, not in surrender-but in grief. Because the war ended, and so did she. ♡ "note the pictures doesn't belong to me.. and the story is fully based on imagination and by own words of min"
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