The King He Destroyed (MxM)

The bells of Solvaris rang before dawn, and by the time the sun rose, the fate of kingdoms had already begun to change. Far beyond the northern mountains, the Black King had finally begun his march, while in a world that still smelled of salt and seawater, a young man with emerald eyes remained blissfully unaware that his life no longer belonged to him.

Neither of them knew what waited at the end of that road.

One had forgotten what happiness felt like. The other had never imagined a world cruel enough to take it from him. Between them lay kingdoms, bloodshed, broken promises, and a tragedy that history would remember only in fragments.

Generations would speak of their wars. They would speak of their crowns, their sins, and the ruin left behind in their wake. But history has always been cruel to the things that matter most. It never speaks of the quiet tragedies, of the love buried beneath hatred, or of the man who spent years trying to mend the very thing he had once destroyed.