Lord Daemon

Lord Daemon

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He was foretold by seers, feared by kings and worshipped like a God. A conquer who spilled blood as easily as men spill wine. A man who crushed empires beneath his heel and claimed hearts as trophies. But behind the iron fist and endless victories lies a truth: Power is a hunger that devours even the one who wields it. This poem is not just a confession, it's glimpse into the soul of a man who will rule two worlds. At first his name will be Dae Then with her dying breath, she names him Daemon. The one who burns his legend into flame.
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"He's stalwart. Clever. As adept with his lute as he is with his sword. And a feature in the fancies of many a young lady I'd wager." Having affections for a prince was not uncommon for a high born lady of her standing. But he was her enemy, her mind scolded her. There were dozens upon dozens of reasons why it was a bad idea for her to be sneaking out to see him. And yet she could not help herself. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. And. . . she knew she would get burned. Knew she could get killed. But whenever his lips touched hers she found herself not caring about any of that. She just knew she didn't want him to stop.

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