Black Feather | The Dawn of the Imperial War

❝ I may be heartless with all those bodies that are piled up underneath mine, but I shall never disregard one who takes my name as their own. ❞

Bloodshed, war, none a melody to anyone's ears but the Grand Duke of Ravenmour. A man of military prowess, known to have slain three ogres the height of his manor's tallest tower in his early youth. Valery Lunaire was the son of a General who served the Royal Family for years. When he saved the young prince from his almost-death amid an impending war, served in the war, and won alongside the Ravenmour army, Valery was raised to the rank he now holds with pride.

But when he ravages and raids a land due to the King's order to claim land by force, what was once a heartless man's goal becomes a plight, and what was once encased in a thick enclosure of coldness, had been thawed out the moment the truth was revealed to him. The very reason why he did not perish in that forsaken encounter during the raid and why even a man who has claimed the lives of many could be devoted to a single one.

Blade to draw out blood, blood to draw out blades, nonetheless, what could two hearts at war do?

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