Veil Of Vows And Ruin

A girl born of fire and ice,
her heart a fortress, her hands unyielding.
She walks a path carved in defiance,
where crowns are stolen, not given.

A boy without a name, without a home,
his soul bound to a curse older than time.
He drifts like a whisper through forgotten halls,
a weapon waiting to be wielded.

She takes him in, not with kindness,
but with purpose, with hunger, with need.
He looks at her with something close to devotion,
not knowing she has already decided his fate.

His magic bends to her will,
his trust a blade she sharpens in secret.
Yet even steel knows how to cut,
and even the coldest hands can burn.

Together, they weave a world of deception,
where every promise is a chain,
every touch a tether,
every step a gamble with destiny.

But power is never held without cost,
and ambition is a beast that never sleeps.
She walks ahead, never looking back,
never seeing the sorrow in his gaze.

In the end, does she hold the leash,
or does the darkness lead them both?

In the end, does she hold the leash,
or does the darkness lead them both-
through the endless veil of vows and ruin?