Heart and blood
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On a continent torn apart by centuries of war, two great kingdoms stand on the brink of extinction:
The Kingdom of Ilyrian: a land of forests and rivers, a kingdom of honorable farmers and warriors.
The Kingdom of Cristavan: an empire of the sea, possessing iron flotillas and ships that terrorize the coasts.
The war between them has scorched the land, and the enmity has been passed down from generation to generation like a sacred, undying will.
But fate brings together two people who will change the course of history:
Lyanna Darkveil
The First Knight of Ilyrian, the king's right-hand man.
Brave, intelligent, and stern, she bears a deep wound in her heart after losing her parents in a Cristavan raid.
She is a symbol of strength for her people, and her heart beats with compassion... but she cannot forgive her enemy.
Adrian Valor
Commander of the Cristavan fleet and heir apparent.
He is feared, nicknamed "The Fury of the Sea," but those who know him closely see him as a kind-hearted man who hates injustice and dreams of a peace he has never known before.
He bears the burden of a bloody legacy that has forced him to fight a war he doesn't fully believe in.
They meet for the first time on the battlefield: two enemies threatening each other with death.
But a conspiracy greater than the two kingdoms forces them to cooperate. During the journey, hatred slowly turns to respect, then to a deep feeling they are forbidden to acknowledge.
As ancient secrets are revealed, they discover that the history of the two kingdoms is built on lies and great betrayal... and that the true enemy was never between them.
> "Can love be born from hatred, or will the weight of blood spilled between generations remain stronger than our hearts?
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