Demonborn [ ON HIATUS]

Razvior noxvale wasn't born to be gentle.
Heir to the Noxvale throne.
Raised by a king who worshipped perfection-
and a queen who broke that perfection with a single smile.

He grew into a storm: sharp-jawed, cold-eyed, lethal. he looks almost like his father, lucien, but not exactly like him.
A prince who hated anything that wasn't flawless.
A future emperor no one could bend.

No one... except maybe her.

Iris Eldryn.
Human princess. Soft where he is steel.
Curves like quiet rebellion, mind like a hidden blade.
Warmth wrapped in innocence-
and everything Razvior should despise.

Their worlds aren't meant to touch.
His cruelty.
Her compassion.
His darkness.
Her stubborn spark of light.

Yet fate has a habit of laughing at the rules.

Because this world is already cracking-
prophecies stirring, kingdoms shifting-
and somewhere between the ruin and the fire,
an imperfect girl might be the only one who can bend
the boy raised to never bow.

And the end?
A mystery.
Just like Razvior himself.