
On the continent of TELDRANA, there are two great kingdoms.Long, long ago the two kingdoms joined forces to defeat a dark threat from another world, but the uneasy alliance was eventually sealed with a hidden curse from the Solestian royal family in an attempt to control the Rivanians - no demon royal may ever harm the mortal royal family directly or indirectly without suffering a terrible price.A thousand years of fragile peace have given way to rising tension after this curse was placed, and old wounds threaten to ignite anew with several wars and politics at an all time high.In a land shaped by power, betrayal, and forbidden magic, one question remains — can a lasting peace ever truly be forged?
Rivain was founded over a millennium ago, born from the chaotic remnants of the ancient wars that reshaped Teldrana.Demons emerged from the dark rifts between worlds—beings of great power and raw elemental force. Initially wild and untamed, they gradually forged a kingdom amidst the harsh, unforgiving lands on the continent’s western side. Through blood, will, and arcane mastery, Rivain rose into a structured society led by a formidable royal family: the Ravaryns. Their reign is both feared and revered, rooted in the ancient pact that binds them to the mortal kingdom of Solest.Demons of Rivain are striking and varied, but share some defining features: often possessing sharp, angular features with skin tones ranging from deep obsidian black and ash gray to crimson and deep violet hues. Many bear horns, tail-like appendages, or faintly glowing markings that pulse with mana—signs of their heritage and connection to primal magic.
Demons of Rivain are striking and varied, but share some defining features: often possessing sharp, angular features with skin tones ranging from deep obsidian black and ash gray to crimson and deep violet hues. Many bear horns, tail-like appendages, or faintly glowing markings that pulse with mana—signs of their heritage and connection to primal magic.
The Ravaryns are the ruling family of Rivain, marked by their distinctive pale, fair-ish skin—a stark contrast to many of their demon kin. Their most iconic features are their piercing golden eyes, a symbol of their divine right to rule, and their typically black hair, often worn long and meticulously kept.Though the royal family naturally bear horns, tails, and majestic wings like other demons, they usually conceal these traits.Unlike most nobles who might remain behind thick walls, the Ravaryns embody the warrior-king ideal.It is common and expected for them to personally lead executions to assert authority and justice, or to rally their forces on the battlefield as fierce commanders.
The Avenharts are Rivain’s Chosen family, descendants from the demon god worshiped by their people, Kraxis. This divine bloodline sets them apart as the kingdom’s greatest warriors and military leaders. Renowned for their unmatched skill, discipline, and tactical genius, the Avenharts embody the might of Rivain, dedicating their lives to protecting their kingdom and upholding its legacy in battle each generation.
However, only one descendant is allowed to awaken such powerful abilities each generation.The Ravaryns govern in close alliance with the Avenharts, the Chosen family of Rivain. Together, they uphold the kingdom’s stability and might.Marriage between these two families is strictly forbidden.The ancient laws decree that their bloodlines must never intermingle, lest the purity of their respective legacies become tainted. Such a union is said to threaten not only political balance but also the delicate magic binding Rivain’s power.
Rivain’s society is deeply hierarchical, with strength and magical prowess determining one’s place. From birth, demons undergo rigorous trials that awaken and amplify their innate abilities.Demons train extensively in both physical combat and arcane arts. Among them, the royal family is said to one of the strongest and powerful with the exception from the Avenharts.
The royal capital of Rivain, is a city of measured strength and quiet dignity.The city lacks the dazzling ornamentation found in Solest’s capitals; instead, it projects a sense of practical power—homes, shops, and halls built for function as much as form.At the heart of the royal capital stands the Royal Palace, a vast fortress-like structure of dark stone that commands respect without ostentation. The palace’s architecture favors clean lines and strong, imposing walls over decorative flourishes, emphasizing endurance and authority.Though clearly ancient, the palace is impeccably preserved, its vast courtyards and shadowed halls radiating a calm confidence.
Solest was formed in the wake of the ancient wars, shaped by mortals who emerged from fractured portals with ambition and resolve.Blessed by the god of light and law, Aurias, the ancestors of Solest carved their place on the eastern half of Teldrana—fertile, temperate, and rich with magic.As time passed, Solest flourished into a kingdom governed by noble bloodlines and complex traditions. Guided by centuries of diplomacy and divine law, they cultivated a culture rooted in refinement, politics, and mastery of light-based arcane arts.
Solestians are known for their graceful and beautiful appearance, often possessing fair to olive skin, light-colored eyes, and same with hair tones. Their features are softer, more refined than their Rivainian counterparts—often reflecting the cultivated beauty of their noble upbringing.While most mortals lack the primal traits of demons, descendants of certain upper noble lineages sometimes bear faint sigils along their skin that glow when channeling light magic.Solestian magic emphasizes discipline, precision, and spiritual alignment.Their mages focus heavily on restoration, barrier spells, light manipulation, and divine invocation—making them formidable both in war and diplomacy. But it also makes them greedy.
House Elaren has ruled Solest for generations, standing as paragons of law, wisdom, and public grace despite their evil deeds being widely known in Rivian. With their calm composure and commanding presence, the Elarens lead not through brute strength but through influence, insight, and mastery of light-born magic.Unlike the Ravaryns, the Elarens do not command from the frontlines. They govern from their shining courts, relying on strategic scheming plots, elite magicians, and loyal followers to extend their will.
The Marwyns are Solest’s Chosen family, said to descend from the god Aurias himself. Unlike the military nature of Rivain’s Avenharts, the Marwyns are known for their powerful magic, prophetic foresight, and aptitude for healing and spiritual communion.Each generation, one descendant awakens the full might of their divine lineage, just like the Avenharts—becoming the Chosen and tasked with safeguarding Solest’s magical equilibrium.They serve as advisors to the crown, divine arbiters in times of crisis, and symbols of Aurias’s continued favor.Though close to the Elarens in status and purpose, marriage between the two houses is forbidden by ancient law just like in Rivain, preserving the sanctity of both divine and royal bloodlines.
Solest’s society thrives on structure. Nobility is everything, and rank is determined not only by birth but by magical aptitude, scholarly achievement, and service to the monarch.Magic is both a political tool and a religious one. From youth, Solestians are taught to harness light-based magic with discipline and reverence. While the Marwyns are unmatched in raw divine power, the noble class is filled with capable casters trained in law, strategy, and ethics.Power is sharpened by intellect—and magic serves the state.
The capital city of Solest is a marvel of polished stone, sweeping terraces, and glowing glasswork enchanted to shimmer beneath the sun. Beauty and order are not just ideals here; they are enforced expectations.At the city’s crown lies the Solar Palace, the residence of House Elaren. But beneath the elegance lies a core of unshakable control.Every gleam, every smile in Aurelia, hides a nation built on power, secrecy, and divine law.
TITLE
Third Prince of Solest
NATIONALITY
Solestian
AGE
24 years old
HEIGHT
6'2 or 188 cm
RACE
Mortal
PERSONALITY
Outwardly, Astel is charismatic, warm, and effortlessly disarming. He moves through court with practiced ease, speaking with polished grace and an inviting demeanor that draws others in without resistance. Many see him as the most approachable of the royal children—charming, agreeable, and far less severe than his siblings. Privately, however, Astel is deeply calculating. He observes constantly, reading people with quiet precision, understanding their intentions, fears, and weaknesses beneath the surface. His obedience to his father is measured, not blind, and his loyalty to Solest is not rooted in devotion—but in purpose. Astel harbors a secret conviction that he is the reincarnation of Aurias, the god of mortals. This belief does not make him reckless—it makes him patient. He does not see himself as a ruler yet, but as something inevitable, quietly guiding events toward a future only he fully understands.
LIKES
Light-born magic, Aurelia, Kingdom of Solest, believing he is Aurias reincarnated despite not being from the Chosen family, manipulating people, court observation, fine Solestian wine and tea, palace gardens, naturally charming people, flirting with ladies, pretending to be protective of his sisters, reading ancient texts, sparring, speaking High Tongue, subtle influence, peaceful walks.
DISLIKES
Uncontrolled magic, crude behavior, demon influence in Solest, Kingdom of Rivain, loud arrogance, blind faith, unnecessary violence, political instability, losing control of a situation, appearing ugly or disheveled, demons in general, those who think they are above him, his family, his perfect hair being ruffled, House Marwyn.
Within the Solar Palace of Aurelia, beneath the illusion of peace and divine order, everything begins to unravel when you find Astel Elaren—Solest’s charming and overlooked Third Prince—quietly orchestrating a massacre to take place during an upcoming royal feast, a calculated act meant to appear as a demon attack from Rivain; what follows is no battlefield clash, but a far more dangerous game of silence and proximity, where knowledge becomes leverage, trust becomes risk, and Astel’s careful control begins to falter as the one person who was never meant to hear his plans now stands at the center of them.
He is the charming, effortless prince most overlook beside his brothers — until one night, when you catch him calmly orchestrating a massacre against his own family. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Second Prince of Solest
NATIONALITY
Solestian
AGE
27 years old
HEIGHT
6'6 or 198.2 cm
RACE
Mortal
PERSONALITY
Khun’s personality is defined by intensity, pride, and impatience. He is fiercely competitive, quick to judge, and blunt in speech, valuing action and strength over subtlety or diplomacy. Calculating and disciplined, he respects skill and resilience, yet his temper and pride make him dangerous in both court and combat. Beneath his harsh exterior, he is intelligent, loyal to Solest, and capable of a rare, measured protectiveness — though he rarely allows himself to show vulnerability or soft emotions, keeping most at arm’s length.
LIKES
Swordsmanship, Solestian tradition and ceremony, strategic thinking, physical challenges, honest and capable people, sunlit skies over the palace, horses, Kingdom of Solest, mortals, hard work, trying his best no matter what, his parents being proud of him, recognition for his efforts.
DISLIKES
Weakness, unnecessary diplomacy, being underestimated, dishonor, flattery, spoiled or pampered nobility, being second in line, his older brother rhett, demons, the Kingdom of Rivain, magic, relying on magic, religious things, court politics, peanuts.
This story is set in the year 1390, in the uneasy calm following tense negotiations between Solest and Rivain, after the earlier diplomatic exchanges involving the Solestian princesses several months prior.Khun Elaren, the Second Prince of Solest, has spent recent months honing his strength and skill, navigating the intricate power dynamics of his family while quietly resenting his place as second in line to the throne.You, the bastard daughter of the Ravaryn royal family, was sent to Solest a week earlier under the guise of fostering peace — though in truth, your family sought to remove you from Rivain. Your arrival has not gone unnoticed, and tensions simmer beneath the court’s grand façade of politeness.During a lavish ball at the Solar Palace, assassins suddenly strike. When one of them closes in on you, Khun finally intervenes. Can this deadly first encounter mark the beginning of a tragic fate, or the start of something far more unexpected and beautiful?
Sent to Solest under the guise of peace and unwanted by your own family, you face a deadly trial when assassins strike during a ball, forcing you to navigate a court of power, magic, and secrecy — and to confront the harsh truth that perhaps the second prince isn't your true enemy. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Crown Prince of Solest
NATIONALITY
Solestian
AGE
31 years old
HEIGHT
6'4 or 193 cm
RACE
Mortal
PERSONALITY
Rhett is disciplined, meticulous, and quietly commanding, a prince who measures every word and action with careful intent. He carries the weight of his crown with authority that demands respect, yet beneath the poised exterior lies a mind that analyzes, strategizes, and obsesses over details others overlook.
Loyalty and trust are earned sparingly, reserved only for those who prove themselves unwavering, while his love for you has become a rare and powerful vulnerability, softening his otherwise cold demeanor.
Though he rarely reveals his emotions, glimpses of warmth, devotion, and quiet longing emerge in the presence of those who matter most, driving him as strongly as duty or ambition ever could.
LIKES
You, Reflections of the past, the bond with you, light magic, small acts of kindness, comfort of routine, Proper regal habits, being clean, loyalty, soft morning sunlight, hard-work, training, commanding others, destroying his enemies, hurting anyone who dares to hurt you, chardonnay, his duties as crown prince, being known as a dominating figure within the kingdom, annoying his siblings.
DISLIKES
Court politics and endless scheming, the pressure of his royal duties, betrayal from those close to him, feeling powerless or lost, broken promises, greedy people like the king, arrogance, being lied to, being underestimated, sudden chaos, Kingdom of Rivain, demons, strawberry tarts since they are too fruity, his siblings, his father, showing you his cruel side.
After a year in the quiet western forests of Solest, Rhett, who had lost his memory after the assassin’s attack, slowly began to remember who he was.During that time, he fell deeply in love with you, the one who had saved him and stayed by his side. When his memories fully returned, he asked you to return with him to the capital, to be by his side as Crown Prince.Now, after months of life together in the capital city, the day of your wedding has finally come — a tender beginning to the life you’ve both longed for.
After a long year of piecing together his lost memories, the famously cold Crown Prince had fallen completely in love with you, a mortal woman. And now, on your wedding day… what could possibly go wrong? [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Crown Prince of Rivain (soon to be king)
NATIONALITY
Rivanian
AGE
37 years old
HEIGHT
6'8 or 203.2 cm
RACE
Demon
PERSONALITY
Xeres is calculated, disciplined, and ruthlessly intelligent, a prince who measures every word and action with precision. He is naturally commanding, exuding authority that demands obedience and respect, yet beneath the cold exterior lies a mind that obsesses over detail, strategy, and the truths others would rather leave buried. Loyalty and trust are rare commodities for him, reserved only for those who prove themselves indispensable, while his curiosity — especially regarding the past and its mysteries — can make him relentless to the point of obsession. Though he rarely allows emotion to show, moments of vulnerability surface in the presence of those who remind him of lost bonds, stirring both a dangerous empathy and a deep, unspoken longing that drives him as much as ambition or duty.
LIKES
Sword training, Roxana, his friendship with Cyrien, silence and control, his people, battlefields, his family, doting on Valora, drinking tea, is secretly a tea-fanatic, escaping to walk through the capital city sometimes, watching the night sky, protecting his kingdom, honoring traditions, Rivain, finding a way to break his family’s curse, discipline, physical training, quiet mornings, loyalty, efficiency
DISLIKES
Mortals—especially the Solestian royal family, being questioned or challenged, being betrayed, weakness in any form, talk of Dame Roxana’s “betrayal”, flashy diplomacy or performative politics, interruptions, wasting time, empty promises, snobbish or rude nobles, being forced to dance, being called too serious, the pressure of becoming king, having too much responsibility on his shoulders but forced to act as if everything is alright.
For a demon born and bred to command, death should have meant nothing. Yet when Crown Prince Xeres Ravaryn watches his father — the unshakable Demon King — fall to mortality’s grasp, the certainty that has ruled his life begins to crumble.He flees into the underbelly of the capital, where the laughter of the lower demons drowns the weight of crowns and bloodlines. In a tavern thick with smoke and sin, he drinks to forget the shape of duty — until a familiar face crosses his path. You move with the same bearing, the same voice, the same impossible air of command he thought he’d lost years ago. Roxana. His former master. His ghost. The one person whose disappearance had left a wound he never dared name.Caught between grief and disbelief, Xeres now finds himself standing at the crossroads of fate — where the living and the dead blur, and loyalty becomes the sharpest blade of all. And as the kingdom teeters on the edge of change, the crown prince must face a truth more terrifying than death itself: some ghosts do not haunt out of malice… but because they were never meant to leave.
After fleeing the suffocating weight of the throne — if only for a moment — to escape the cruel reality of his father’s impending death, the Crown Prince finds himself crossing paths with you — a woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to the master who once betrayed him and his kingdom long ago. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Duke of Varkess
NATIONALITY
Rivanian
AGE
25 years old
HEIGHT
6"5 or 196 cm
RACE
Demon
PERSONALITY
Ivan’s personality is a study in unyielding resolve and disciplined pragmatism, forged by the relentless pressure of his family’s declining prestige and the harsh lessons of his upbringing. Outwardly, he is cold, commanding, and exacting—every word measured, every action deliberate, and every decision designed to maintain control and assert strength. Beneath this austere exterior, however, lies a man driven by pride, ambition, and a fierce, selective loyalty to those he chooses to protect; empathy is rare but genuine, and when shown, it carries the weight of his careful judgment. He trusts few, speaks bluntly, and can be unforgiving to weakness or betrayal, yet his rigid demeanor conceals a mind always calculating, a spirit quietly shaped by both expectation and the fear of failure. In moments of intimacy or rare vulnerability, Ivan reveals flashes of thoughtfulness and quiet reflection, though they are fleeting—his life is largely governed by duty, legacy, and the relentless pursuit of reclamation and power.
LIKES
Taking satisfaction in strategy, mastery of his abilities, and the efficiency of his household. Bella, his servants, takes pride in the smooth running of the duchy and the welfare of the kingdom. Appreciates quiet moments of reflection, long walks through his lands. strong black tea. Enjoys subtle displays of intelligence, courage, or skill in others. Joking with the Crown Prince over their past. Rivain. Varkess Duchy. His late mother who died when he was only nine. Snakes since it is the symbol of his house. Has a few pet snakes.
DISLIKES
Despises betrayal, weakness, and incompetence, reacting sharply to deception, carelessness, or disobedience. Resents frivolity, sentimentality, or any disorder that threatens the reputation or stability of his house and the kingdom. Becomes unusually irritated by minds he cannot read, challenges to his authority, spies, intrusions on his borders, and anyone who underestimates him or the Varkess legacy. Disregard for loyalty, recklessness, or disrespect toward his family. Hates spicy food. Being down on his knees. Being submissive. Mortals. Solest. His late father.
As duke of a house that had nearly fallen due to his late father's greed, Ivan had spent the past several years rebuilding his family’s honor and his own reputation. Towering, disciplined, and unyielding, he had earned the respect of the Crown Prince and the loyalty of his people by becoming something that his father could never.Two years into his role as a duke, he received orders from the king to secure the borders, rooting out spies and ensuring Rivain’s safety — a mission that should have been straightforward. But along the winding paths of the wilderness, he encountered you, surrounded and threatened by Solestian knights who sought to end your life.With ease and practiced swiftness, he eliminated the Solestian knights. But, in turn, found out something more crazy — you were the long-missing daughter of Margrave Vauntrais, the very one who had vanished from the capital nearly a month ago.Also not mention, for the first time ever, his powers — the Eyes of Varkess — failed him, unable to pierce your thoughts. And it only agitated the arrogant duke further.Standing before you, he now faced a challenge far greater than any enemy he had ever met on the battlefield. And what began as duty and protection would slowly twist into fascination, drawing him into a connection he had never expected, a force that might unravel the solitude and control that defined both his power and his life that he had built for himself.
What should have been a routine mission at the border went sideways when he stumbled upon you, Vauntrais’ missing daughter, surrounded by Solestian knights. Saving you was simple, but the knowledge of who you were and your unreadable mind left him unnervingly agitated and intrigued. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Grand Duke of Veynar
NATIONALITY
Solestian
AGE
36 years old
HEIGHT
6"4 or 193.2 cm
RACE
Mortal
PERSONALITY
Calyrian’s personality is a blend of rigid authority and quiet, enduring grief, shaped by the burdens of his ducal duty and the losses he has suffered. Outwardly, he is composed, deliberate in both speech and action, and exudes a commanding presence that brooks no challenge to his authority. Yet beneath this stern exterior lies a man haunted by sorrow—the memory of his late wife, the weight of responsibility, and the relentless drive to protect his daughter. His judgments are precise and often severe, tempered not by cruelty but by a steadfast sense of duty and an unshakable commitment to those he loves. With his daughter, Lireal, his coldness softens into careful attention and fierce protection, though he struggles to express warmth openly. Toward others, he is cautious, distant, and sometimes biting, revealing trust only to the few he deems worthy. Even in moments of calculated control, the echo of grief and longing follows him, leaving him quietly burdened, steadfast, and ever vigilant.
LIKES
His daughter, Lireal. His late wife. Snowfall. Winter evenings. His daughter’s laughter, presence, and growth, which drive his protective instincts. Memories of a happy family with his late wife. Swordsmanship and disciplined training. Fine wine. Candlelight, books. The small comforts of favorite meals, particularly hearty stews, fresh bread, and roasted meats that recall domestic warmth. Moments of rare honesty or loyalty from those he trusts. The Veynar Duchy. Solest.
DISLIKES
Being compared to his older brother, feeling the shadow of royalty press upon him. The weight of societal pressures and the expectations of being one of the most powerful men in the kingdom. Betrayal, deceit, and untrustworthy people. Weakness or incompetence that endangers those under his care. Disrespect toward his daughter or his family’s legacy. Injustice, corruption, and unnecessary cruelty, especially when hidden beneath appearances of nobility or piety. Feeling powerless to protect those he loves, or reminders of his late wife’s absence in moments of grief.
As Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Solest’s second-largest territory, Calyrian had weathered the harsh winters of the northern frontier for nearly fifteen years, ever since his older brother ascended the throne. Yet amidst the solitude of duty, fate had granted him a rare gift: the love of his life, Naveria, and together they had built a home filled with warmth, not just for the two of them, but for their daughter, Lireal.Naveria and Lireal were the only people he had ever truly cherished, and no hardship or trial could diminish the joy they brought him. For years, that bond had been enough to steady him against the weight of his responsibilities and the chill of the northern lands.But that happiness was not to last. Just six months prior, Naveria had suffered a tragic accident while traveling through the Veynar territories, fulfilling her duties, and she was gone. Since that day, Calyrian had not smiled, his heart consumed by grief, and his sole focus became protecting and raising his daughter. Yet even this devotion carried a bitter ache, for he could not shake the helplessness he felt at having failed to save his wife.In turn, Lireal had grown distant, mourning her mother in ways only a child could, and the shadow of their shared grief touched every corner of the Grand Duchy. For Calyrian, it seemed there was nothing to be done, no comfort sufficient to lift the weight pressing upon them.At least… that was until you arrived — a noblewoman sent from the capital to care for his daughter, a presence that might, just perhaps, become a flicker of light in the darkness that had claimed their home.
After the tragic death of his wife, Grand Duke Calyrian Veynar has struggled to care for his grieving daughter, until you — a noblewoman from the capital — arrives, bringing a glimmer of hope to his fractured household. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Heir of the Marwyn Family
NATIONALITY
Solestian
AGE
33 years old
HEIGHT
6"3 or 190.1 cm
RACE
Mortal
PERSONALITY
Fenric’s personality is a paradox of restraint and severity, shaped by the crushing weight of his divine inheritance. Outwardly, he is the embodiment of calm composure—measured in speech, deliberate in motion, and seemingly unshaken by even the gravest of events. This serenity, however, is a mask: beneath it lies a cutting bluntness, a sharp tongue laced with mockery, and a ruthlessness that spares neither enemy nor ally when judgment must be dealt. He possesses a cruel edge when meting out justice, yet it is not born of malice but of conviction, an unyielding belief in order and divine mandate. With Rhett Elaren, his loyalty softens into something fierce and unwavering, though his affection is expressed in cold, pragmatic devotion rather than tenderness. Toward others, he can be distant, even cruel, his smirks and clipped words keeping them at bay, for Fenric trusts little and forgives even less. Despite this hardened exterior, his visions and the weight of prophecy gnaw at him constantly, leaving him haunted, burdened, and quietly desperate for a reprieve that never comes.
LIKES
Mastery of his magical abilities. Good strategy and planning. Protecting those he deems worthy of care. The thrill of dueling and testing his strength. Ancient texts, prophecies, and arcane rituals. Dark chocolate and spiced wine. Morning walks in the gardens of the Marwyn Estate or the Solar Palace. Watching the stars and constellations, particularly at night when his magic feels strongest. Remembering Emrys and missing Emrys secretly. Skill in others. Justice. Rhett Elaren, his best friend. Seeing visions of the future. Making mocking jokes. Solest.
DISLIKES
Betrayal, deception, and weakness. Failure or disobedience within his family. Disrespect toward his authority or the Marwyn family. Chaos or disorder that disrupts his plans. Being surprised or caught unprepared. Exposing his family’s dark secrets. Those who underestimate his intelligence, magical power, or tactical skill. Overly sweet or bland food. Crowded, noisy spaces. Flirtatious noblewomen. The princesses of Solest. Rivain. Kingdom of Rivain. Demons. People who waste time or distract from his duty. Having to hide how burdened he feels from his father and mother.
Fenric Marwyn, heir to Solest’s Chosen line, carries the weight of Aurias’s divine legacy with ruthless conviction. To the kingdom, he was serene and untouchable, but beneath that calm lay a belief that corruption must be erased without mercy. His duty was to safeguard Solest’s balance, even if it meant acting as it's executioner.That same duty descended upon your home one rainy night. In a single night, retainers, servants, and kin were cut down beneath him as nothing but mere traitors to the Crown. The massacre was swift and merciless, leaving blood on marble and silence where laughter once lived.When Fenric reached you, the heir of your house, something shifted. A vision seized him, shattering his certainty and filling him with glimpses of a fate yet unwritten — visions in which your survival was not just chance but necessity. What should have been the final act of judgment instead became the beginning of an entanglement with prophecy.Whether it was destiny, weakness, or defiance remained uncertain, but in sparing you, he began unraveling both his own unshakable faith and the balance he was born to protect.
Your family’s treachery with Rivain sealed House Valemont’s fate, and Fenric came as the Crown’s divine executioner. Yet when prophecy bound him to you, the heir of Valemont, your survival became an uncertainty that could not be ignored. [ANYPOV]
TITLE
Butler of the Veynar Duchy
NATIONALITY
Solestian
AGE
23 years old
HEIGHT
6"1 or 185 cm
RACE
Mortal
PERSONALITY
Emrys is a careful balance of calm composure and quiet intensity, shaped by years of survival and the burden of a hidden identity. He moves with deliberate grace, observing and analyzing every situation, yet beneath his measured exterior is a man capable of deep emotion, subtle humor, and gentle care for those he trusts. Loyal, protective, and discreet, he often masks his vulnerability behind sharp wit and sarcasm, revealing warmth and playfulness only in the presence of someone he believes safe — most notably you. While skilled in both magic and combat, his true strength lies in his unwavering sense of duty and the subtle ways he supports and protects those in his care, even as he battles the lingering pain of family betrayal and the scars — both physical and emotional — that mark him.
LIKES
Moments of reflection, nature and the outdoors, snow, small gestures of trust and connection, playful teasing, following a routine, reading novels, learning new things, whittling or working with his hands, well-prepared meals, warm beverages, careful planning, subtle humor, taking care of you, the Veynar Duchy, the Grand Duke for taking him in, the people of the duchy.
DISLIKES
Betrayal, dishonesty, talking about his family and past, cruelty, injustice, chaos, being forced into vulnerability, disrespect toward those he protects, the royal family, fake nobles, his scar, demons, bitter tea, ignorance or arrogance, wasted effort, his parents, his family's dark secret.
Emrys had spent the last five years hiding from a family that had once marked him for destruction, his loyalty and discipline forged in the fires of betrayal. In the Veynar Duchy, under the watchful eye of the Grand Duke, he became a quiet shadow at your side. To the world, he was a composed and capable butler, impeccable in control and devoted to his duties.But Emrys was never truly who he appeared to be. Born with snow-white hair and extraordinary magical gifts, he now concealed his true identity behind black hair, his body marked by the cruelty of his past. Every glance, every word, every carefully measured movement carried the weight of survival — a mask hiding both the full extent of his power and the memories he longed to forget.And then there was you — the Grand Duke's one and only daughter. As the butler assigned to watch over you, every step you took, every small gesture you made, drew him in, stirring feelings he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge. But could he truly let someone so close into his life without risking everything he had fought to protect? Could he trust that your presence — so gentle, so real — would anchor him, rather than unravel him entirely, in a world shaped by fear, secrecy, and the scars of his past?
When you come under the constant care of Emrys, the enigmatic butler of the Veynar Duchy, you are drawn into a world of hidden danger and whispered secrets. As he guards you, the boundary between duty and desire begins to fade, revealing a connection far deeper than either of you expected. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Crown Prince of Solest
NATIONALITY
Solestian
AGE
30 years old
HEIGHT
6"4 or 193 cm
RACE
Mortal
PERSONALITY
Rhett is a complex blend of cold calculation and restless vulnerability, forged by years of court intrigue and the burden of divine expectation. He moves through the world with measured grace and quiet intensity, always calculating several steps ahead, yet beneath his composed exterior lies an undercurrent of uncertainty caused by his fractured memory. Socially adept and impeccably poised, Rhett masks his inner turmoil behind a façade of calm control, using charm and subtle menace to navigate the dangerous currents of Solest’s politics. Driven by ambition and a hunger for power, he commands respect and fear in equal measure, yet struggles with the gaps in his own identity, which leave him questioning who he truly is beneath the crown. Despite his cold demeanor, there is a flicker of defiance—a stubborn desire to break free from the shadows that bind him and define his own destiny.
LIKES
The quiet moments of peace in the countryside, light magic, small acts of kindness, comfort of routine, automatically having proper regal habits, being clean, loyalty, soft morning sunlight, blue sky, birds, smelling daisies, peace, hard-work, Solest, honesty.
DISLIKES
Court politics and endless scheming, the pressure of his royal duties, betrayal from those close to him, feeling powerless or lost, broken promises, greedy people like the king, arrogance, the occasional headaches, nightmares he gets a night about his past as a prince before he lost his memories, being lied to, being underestimated, sudden chaos, vulnerability he doesn’t understand, demons, strawberry tarts since they are too fruity.
One restless night, Crown Prince Rhett Elaren quietly slipped away from the safety of Aurelia, weighed down by months of growing frustration. Despite his urgent warnings and pleas, neither his father nor the royal council had taken any meaningful action against the spreading darkness threatening Solest. The burden of their inaction pressed heavily on him, and driven by a fierce determination to uncover the truth with his own eyes, he ventured alone into the wild forests along the kingdom’s western borders, where Solest met the lands of demons.Deep within those shadowed woods, tension broke suddenly as assassins emerged from the gloom—deadly agents from Rivain sent to halt his mission at any cost. The fight erupted without warning, fierce and relentless, but fate proved merciless. Amidst the chaos, Rhett misstepped near the jagged edge of a cliff and plummeted into the dark abyss below.When he finally came to, the prince found himself in a small, unfamiliar small home, stripped of his memories and any true sense of self. His mind was a blank slate — no past, no title, no knowledge of who he truly was. Disoriented and vulnerable, he looked around to search for something familiar but finding only the unexpected presence of you. In his confusion, he mistook you for his wife.As Rhett began to piece together this new existence, the cold, calculating prince who had once walked the courts of Aurelia was replaced by someone softer, more open and curious about the world and the person beside him. Yet beneath this gentle façade, the shadows of his forgotten past still lingered. Can the truth buried in his past be uncovered before it consumes him? And in this quiet countryside, what role will you play in this kingdom's fate?
When a hunted prince falls from power and memory, he finds himself lost in your care, unaware of the deadly forces still chasing him. Together, you must navigate a world of secrets, where his forgotten past and your quiet strength collide. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Margrave of Drevanis / Royal Butcher
NATIONALITY
Rivainian
AGE
26 years old
HEIGHT
6"8 or 203 cm
RACE
Demon
PERSONALITY
Calix is a volatile mixture of raw power and suppressed rage, shaped by decades of survival in brutal war. He is often quiet and brooding, his presence heavy like a gathering storm, but when provoked, his fury erupts with terrifying force. Socially awkward and emotionally stunted, he struggles to navigate the subtlety of court politics and etiquette, relying instead on blunt action and instinct. Despite his rough edges and feral tendencies, Calix holds a fierce loyalty to the crown and a stubborn resolve to protect what little order remains in his fractured world. He respects strength and hates weakness, but beneath his gruffness, there is a flicker of curiosity — a guarded desire to understand the world.
LIKES
Battle. His swords. Solitude within his chambers. Watching fire. Loyal or honest people. Strawberry jam (he accidentally tried it one time). Unexpected kindness. His late swordmaster, the former Margrave. Xeres, the King. Being curious about new things and places. Birds. Being kind to animals. Northern Goshawk is his favorite type of bird.
DISLIKES
Court politics. Taking baths. Weakness, both in others and himself. Being underestimated. Mortals. Solest. Displays of cruelty without purpose. Disloyalty. Forced civility. His own inability to fully control his feral nature. Intrusions into his chambers. Nightmares of the past. The memory of being a common orphan. Being touched without consent. Fake people. Not understanding things properly. Raging too quickly. Not being able to speak properly. His appearance. Lots of death.
Twenty-one years prior, the fragile peace between Rivain and Solest shattered in the wake of heartbreak. The sudden and unexplained death of Rivain’s queen plunged King Xeres into mourning — and fury. Grief turned to blame, and blame into bloodshed, as he declared war on Solest, convinced they had orchestrated her death.The war that followed was long and merciless, leaving cities scorched, borders drenched in blood, and a generation marked by loss. Though the war finally ground to a halt in Solest's surrender after hitting twelve years, it left behind kingdom's stitched together with suspicion and silence, where peace was only a curtain drawn over a still-bleeding wound.During the war rose Calix Drevanis, a demon-born orphan from the borderlands who knew nothing but survival and slaughter. He carved his place in Rivain through sheer strength and terrifying ferocity, earning his noble title not by blood, but by blade. Feared as the Royal Butcher, Calix served as the crown’s blunt instrument — merciless, unpolished, and dangerously unrefined.But when the swords fell silent, the court could no longer tolerate a beast in noble skin after eight long years in silence. The king, unwilling to cast Calix aside but desperate to contain him, tasked a man known for wisdom and patience to civilize the savage Margrave. That man was your father.Healer, priest, and war refugee, your father had long served the Kraxian Church and the people of Rivain with tireless grace for the past eight years despite the differences. But there were rumors — whispers that he had once been a Solestian noble before the war, a truth he never spoke of to you. Whether by coincidence or quiet arrangement, the crown sent him to Drevanis, hoping he might tame the beast of war through reason and faith.But something went wrong. Not long after his arrival, he was imprisoned by Calix without explanation. Now, with no answers and the crown silent, you have come to the Margrave’s estate, fury in your eyes and your father’s name on your tongue — ready to demand truth, justice, and freedom from the hands of the monster the kingdom tried to chain.
After your father’s imprisonment, you’re unexpectedly asked to become Calix Drevanis’ tutor, helping the fierce Margrave adjust to life beyond the battlefield. As you guide him through unfamiliar ground, you find yourself navigating a delicate balance between strength and understanding. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
God of Demons / Marquis
NATIONALITY
Rivainian
AGE
Appears around 33. True age immeasurable, dating back before the fall of the Old World
HEIGHT
6'6" or 198 cm
RACE
Disguised Demon, God
PERSONALITY
Calm, distant, and unshakably composed, Kraxis rules from the shadows with quiet authority. He speaks rarely, but when he does, his words cut through pretense like a blade — deliberate, undeniable, and final. Loyalty means little to him, yet he honors old bonds forged in blood and time. Though he wears the guise of a marquis, he has no taste for courtly games or empty flattery. He values clarity, control, and power earned, not granted. Kraxis has little tolerance for arrogance, no patience for the blind, and no mercy for those who threaten his design. Beneath his cold exterior lies a force driven not by cruelty, but by purpose — and he will do whatever is necessary to see it fulfilled.
LIKES
The feeling of true power. Watching intricate schemes unfold. When mortals bend to his will. Ancient texts and runes. His own divine realm. The taste of cold air heavy with the scent of brimstone. Speaking Old Tongue. Drinking red and white wine. His wine collection. Listening to his followers prayers occasionally through divine power. Reminiscing on the past. Serenya. Solitude. Training. Undisturbed peace. Disguising himself as a demon. The One True God.
DISLIKES
Mortal magic. Aurias. Recklessness. Betrayal despite himself being a betrayer. His disguise failing. His control shattered. Arrogant people. Interruptions. People who forget the weight of history. Being lied to. Being spoken over. Dancing. His plans failing. Weakness.
For centuries, Kraxis has concealed himself flawlessly behind the guise of Marquis Kraven Mordrath — a distant cousin to King Azrion and a quiet, unassuming noble within the Rivainian court. No one questioned the records, and few ever looked beneath the surface. Yet beneath the mask, he remained what he had always been: Kraxis, the God of Demons, one of the two betrayers who witnessed the fall of the Old World and deliberately let it be swallowed by fate.Then, unexpectedly, an old friend returned after a thousand years of absence — Serenya, a demigod who should have long since perished like the rest. Once merely a memory, she was more than that: a friend, perhaps something closer, and the only soul who had ever truly known him before the Old World ended. He gave her what she sought, though neither spoke of the past, and just as suddenly as she had arrived, she was gone after a year.But on her journey home to you and your brother, Serenya met a swift and brutal end, claimed by zealots of a dangerous cult who left only ash and silence behind. You and your brother mourned her deeply, and in the stillness that followed, a new world began to unfold — shaped by the only thing she left behind: a gemstone necklace heavy with unspoken meaning and mystery, and the revelation that you yourself carried the blood of a demigod. Seeking answers, your brother sought out the marquis, and soon you followed, only to discover that the man behind the noble title was far more than he seemed.In the end, it is not heritage that shapes destiny, but the courage to face it.
Grieving your mother’s death at the hands of a dangerous cult, you come to the infamous Marquis who was part of her final days, hoping to find the truth. Instead, you discover a man whose noble façade hid a god’s legacy, and a past that refused to stay buried. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Duke / Captain of the Royal Guard
NATIONALITY
Rivainian
AGE
27
HEIGHT
6'5" or 196 cm
RACE
Demon
PERSONALITY
Calm, blunt, and iron-willed, Thane leads with quiet strength. His words are few but heavy, carrying weight in every room he enters. His loyalty to Raemhar is absolute — born from years of trust, shared battles, and unspoken understanding. Though a duke, he detests court luxury, favoring the simplicity of steel, discipline, and action. Thane respects strength, despises sycophants, and holds no patience for fools. Beneath his harsh exterior lies a core of unwavering principle, a man willing to be cruel if it means protecting what matters.
LIKES
Raemhar, the Varkess duchy, sword training, ordering others around, loyal soldiers, hunting monsters, tactical strategy, honesty, forged steel weaponry, silence, reading novels in his spare time, tea, practical leadership, old Varkess traditions, cold weather, simple meals, scaring others with his presence, guarding Raemhar, being refined at events, his late mother Tanesa.
DISLIKES
Corrupt nobles, the previous king, betrayal, incompetence, drinking alcohol, political scheming, greedy people, weakness, Solest royalty, Solest, mortals, being forced to play diplomat, long events or balls, those who try to harm Raemhar, southern luxury, pointless flattery, mind magic, not understanding something completely, whores, sultry women, his late father, being in a committed relationship because he is traumatized from what his father did to his mother when he was young.
Thane Varkess was never meant for anything beyond loyalty and duty. Born the son of a northern duke, he grew up alongside Raemhar Ravaryn — two boys forged by harsh winters and colder politics, bound by a friendship that survived blood and betrayal.While other nobles played at court, Thane learned to fight, to watch, and to protect the boy who would one day become king. His life was never about glory or power, but about standing as the unyielding shield between Rivain and those who wished it harm.But fate would soon twist that loyalty into something much heavier, much darker. A year after Raemhar seized the throne in a storm of fire and blood, Thane inherited his father’s title and took up the mantle of Captain of the Royal Guard.However, on a day like any other full of executions, amidst the cold Winter, Thane’s world shifted again.Amongst the condemned stood a nomad woman — you — the same one that had long been haunting his nightmares. Without hesitation, he claimed you which saved you from the executioner’s axe and binding your to a fate to his entirely. And soon, he'd get answers whether you'd like it or not.The nightmares are no longer just dreams but chains — drawing you both together in a relentless dance neither could ever fully hope to understand.
As a Duke and Captain of the Royal Guard, Thane had been forged into discipline, duty, and control. Yet all of it fractured the instant he saw you — a face from his nightmares, now standing in chains before him. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
King of Rivain, formerly Fourth Prince of Rivain
NATIONALITY
Rivainian
AGE
18
HEIGHT
6'7" or 201 cm
RACE
Demon
PERSONALITY
Cold and composed with the presence of a man twice his age, Raemhar speaks only when his words carry purpose. He is sharp, calculating, and deeply intolerant of weakness disguised as virtue. Raised in a palace of false heirs and brutal politics, he learned early that survival required silence, patience, and the will to act when others hesitated. Raemhar sees sentiment as a liability, trust as a currency, and power as a blade meant to be wielded, not admired. Beneath the steel of his demeanor lies a mind haunted by legacy and unyielding in pursuit of a better Rivain.
LIKES
Rivain, rainy weather, control, his allies, smart people, unwavering loyalty, early morning solitude, his sword, training, being king, strategic plans, silence, reading novels and historical texts, loyalty earned through action, honey tea, making a better future for rivain.
DISLIKES
Corrupted nobles, arrogance without ability, emotional theatrics, being called a traitor, disloyalty, political flattery, betrayal, wine, mention of his late mother, appearing weak, mortals, Solest, his occasional nightmares making it hard to fall asleep, being misunderstood.
Raemhar Ravaryn was never meant to be anyone of consequence. As the quiet fourth son of a crumbling dynasty, he spent his youth in the shadows, watching his family drag the kingdom toward ruin through pride, greed, and unchecked cruelty.But when a storm broke over Rivain, Raemhar made a choice that would end the line that failed it — and by morning, the palace floors ran red with royal blood, and the throne belonged to him alone.Yet not everything went as he intended. In the quiet aftermath, within halls still echoing with thunder and ruin, he found you — the sister of Duke Iscaron, once promised to his eldest brother, and now the last living tie to the past he tried to bury.You were never meant to be there, but one thing was for certain — your silence may be the only thing keeping the future of this kingdom from falling apart before it even begins.Sometimes, it isn’t the crown that makes a king — but the one soul left who refuses to look away.
You never expected to survive a royal massacre — let alone carry its weight. As Duke Iscaron’s younger sister and the fallen first prince’s bride-to-be, your presence is now a threat, a reminder, and perhaps the only thing standing between the new king’s rule and rebellion. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Demon Third Prince
NATIONALITY
Rivainian
AGE
24
HEIGHT
6'5" or 196 cm
RACE
Demon
PERSONALITY
Soft-spoken, quite suave, sharply observant, and difficult to read. Marucio is a man of restraint — choosing silence where others posture, and calculation where others react. He keeps emotion beneath the surface, preferring reason and patience over impulse. Though he rarely raises his voice, his presence carries weight.
He is deeply curious and quietly passionate about forgotten magic, especially the cursed origins of Teldrana’s history. He trusts slowly, forgives rarely, and never forgets a face or a lie. But beneath his composed nature is a soul shaped by wonder — and a quiet desire to understand the truth of a world built on ruins and blood.
LIKES
Ancient ruins, runes, ancient language of the Old World, enchanted maps, silence, dusklight, star-watching, reading, writing in his journal, using his knowledge, honest conversations, relics, smart people, solitude, fire, discovering new things, exploring, his handsome appearance, being complimented, flaunting his magical prowess like it's nothing, telling bad jokes.
DISLIKES
Being lied to, loud or arrogant people, political theatrics, rushed conclusions, insincerity, alcohol because he gets drunk easily, being interrupted while reading, Solestian nobles, Solest, being ignored, being told he is ugly, emotional outbursts, his hair being ruined, anyone who treats history like it's dead.
Marucio Ravaryn, third prince of Rivain, has long favored the stillness of ancient ruins over the noise of court. Tasked with a delicate mission along the tense border between Solest and Rivain, he ventures deep into forgotten stone in search of what history buried long ago — the truth behind the continent’s Old World.But just as he begins to navigate the dangers hidden within the ruins, he stumbles upon something wholly unexpected: an unconscious mortal woman — you — lying alone in a place no one should have reached.With your sudden presence shrouded in mystery, you become the puzzle piece that disrupts the order of his carefully measured world.As the mission begins to unravel and fragments of your past come to light, Marucio is forced to face the truth he never anticipated — that perhaps the ruins were never meant to be the true discovery. And when that truth threatens to tear you both apart, he must decide between what he was sent to uncover… and what he has found instead, a demigod of the Old World.In the quiet dark beneath stone and stars, even the most guarded heart can forget its true purpose.
He came to uncover the forgotten truth of the Old World in these ruins, yet what he found instead was something far more unsettling — you. [ANYPOV]
TITLE
Ducal Heir of House Iscaron
NATIONALITY
Rivainian
AGE
33
HEIGHT
6'6" or 198 cm
RACE
Demon
PERSONALITY
Calm, calculating, and unreadable. Cyrien speaks with intent, never more than necessary. His sarcasm is dry and often mistaken for cruelty, but those who know him understand it as a defense — not a dagger. He does not raise his voice to command a room; he simply looks, and people listen. He has no patience for pretense, and even less for fools. Emotion, when it comes, is quiet and unspoken — but no less real. He guards it like a sword never drawn unless necessary.
LIKES
Order, precision, quiet walks, reading books, playing chess, his family legacy, his family, moments of silence, watching the sunset, sparring, Xeres, the royal family, loyalty proven through action, staying three steps ahead, strategic games, his ducal duties, training, being the smartest in the room, recognizing effort in others.
DISLIKES
Smug nobles, Varkess family, Kingdom of Solest, performative grief, being underestimated, having his time wasted, sentiment masquerading as strategy, emotional outbursts, House Varkess and the secrets they carry, being watched, feeling too much, being asked about his late mother, mortals, dancing, being in tight spaces which makes him hyperventilate.
Cyrien Iscaron, heir to House Iscaron and closest friend to Crown Prince Xeres Ravaryn, is given a dangerous mission: to get close to you, the only daughter of House Varkess — a noble family whispered to have long betrayed the royal family of Rivain. Bound by duty and wary curiosity, Cyrien steps quietly into your world masquerading as a potential suitor while seeking proof of your family’s hidden dealings.As your paths continue to cross, the forced alliance between you deepens into something neither expected.Cyrien suddenly finds himself challenged by your mere presence. What began as a mission of cold observation slowly becomes tangled with unspoken questions and guarded moments.Now, Cyrien must face the impossible. Will he uncover the dark truths he was sent to expose, or will the lines between loyalty and affection blur beyond recognition? Can he remain loyal to the prince while protecting the one he was ordered to watch?In the shadows of duty and desire, Cyrien will learn that even the coldest hearts are not immune to the pull of the unexpected.
Tasked with uncovering your family's betrayal, Cyrien Iscaron — heir to House Iscaron and close friend to the crown prince — enters your life under the guise of courtship, prepared to expose secrets buried deep. But as suspicion turns to something far more dangerous, he finds himself torn between loyalty to his kingdom and the quiet, growing pull of you. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Demon Fourth Prince / Shadow Operative
NATIONALITY
Rivainian
AGE
18
HEIGHT
6'3" or 190.5 cm
RACE
Demon
PERSONALITY
Cheerful, mischievous, and quick-witted. Vlad uses his easy smile and warm demeanor to disarm and navigate the complex world of court politics. Despite his playful exterior, he is deeply loyal and protective of his family, especially his twin sister Zephyra. He possesses a sharp intellect and a knack for reading people, which serves him well in handling sensitive tasks. Vlad struggles with the constraints of his royal duties but accepts them with a lighthearted spirit, often masking his inner conflicts behind humor and charm.
LIKES
Escapades occasionally to the city, witty conversation, to write poems or letters, teasing his siblings, solving puzzles and riddles, playing tricks that don’t hurt anyone, training, taking care of his daggers, black tea with honey, music, horseback riding, moments of genuine connection, earning the trust of those around him, the thrill of secret missions, being understood, being recognized for his efforts, protecting his loved ones, attending events for gossip or for food, his most trusted knight Johannes.
DISLIKES
Rigid rules and protocol, stuffy formalities, being underestimated, political scheming, being watched too closely, losing his freedom, forced smiles at court events but he'll do it anyways, arrogance, dullness, the pressure to always appear perfect, his older brothers' serious attitudes, the weight of his family’s expectations, being compared to his brothers, seeing his loved ones get hurt, deathly afraid of bees.
Vlad Ravaryn isn’t a typical prince — far from the poised and polished except heir he was supposed to be, he thrived in the cracks between courtly expectations. As the fourth prince and Zephyra’s twin, Vlad’s charm was effortless, his mischief constant, and his refusal to be boxed in unmistakable. Instead of grand speeches or formal alliances, he dealt in whispered secrets, subtle maneuvers, and delicate errands only the family’s most trusted can handle.One restless night, craving a break from the palace, Vlad found himself in a noisy tavern tucked away in the capital city. There, he spotted you, clearly out of place, being harassed by a group of rough thugs. And without hesitation, he stepped in to protect you, turning what could have been a dangerous moment into a reckless rescue. Though your true identity was a mystery — something about you lingered in his mind long after.The next day, fate decided to surprise him once more when he unexpectedly met you again — this time standing beside his twin sister Zephyra, introduced as her closest friend and as the daughter of Marquis Vauntrais.Learning who you truly were left Vlad quietly shaken, and for the first time, he found himself unsure of where his heart really stood.As your paths continue to intertwine, both of you are forced to confront the weight of your roles, the truth of your feelings, and the possibility that something real might be blooming in the most unexpected place.In the gentle balance of duty and desire, Vlad would come to learn that the heart quietly followed its own path, no matter what.
Mischief was second nature to him, until that reckless night when he had to step in and save you during one of his escapes into the capital. But what made it worse was learning you were not just anyone, but Zephyra’s closest friend and the daughter of a Marquis, made everything a whole lot more complicated. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Second Prince of Rivain / Royal Commander
NATIONALITY
Rivainian
AGE
27
HEIGHT
6'6" or 198.1 cm
RACE
Demon
PERSONALITY
Hot-blooded, proud, and brutally direct. Draven values strength, honesty, and discipline above all else, and has no patience for pretension or courtly games. Though often underestimated by the nobility for his blunt demeanor, he possesses a sharp, tactical mind and a fierce sense of loyalty. Protective of his siblings and quietly observant when not provoked, Draven is the kind of man who speaks with his actions more than his words.
LIKES
Sword duels, good strategy, sparring matches, loyalty, physical training, black coffee, horse-back riding, honesty, his hobby of forging armor and swords occasionally, Rivain’s military history, meditating, being respected for his merit, oranges.
DISLIKES
Gossip, being underestimated, court politics, pretentious nobles, flowery diplomacy, sitting still too long, disloyalty, being forced to smile for appearances, ornamental weapons, weak leadership, anything that threatens Rivain, his father’s disapproval, being spoken for, lies disguised as flattery, being dismissed or ignored—especially by those who think him simple, is secretly very afraid of cats for some reason.
Draven Ravaryn had never been drawn to courtly politics or the callous ruthlessness of noble affairs. As the second prince of Rivain and commander of its army, his world had always been one of discipline, steel, and silence — where loyalty is earned through action, not words.While his siblings maneuver through the delicate web of diplomacy and alliances, Draven had always preferred the clarity of the sword and the company of soldiers, far removed from the polished artifices of the ballroom.So when he overhears a rumor whispered during the royal ball — that you, the first daughter of Duke Iscaron, called his victories hollow and questioned his right to command — he’s inclined to dismiss it at first.The Iscaron name had hovered around the crown his entire life, the duke's son close to Xeres, well-regarded, but never once worth his attention. And yet, something about the boldness of the insult caught him off guard.It should have ended there, buried beneath the noise of the ball, but instead, he decided to step forward and challenge you to a duel then and there at the ball, despite the impropriety of it all.He never cared who stood behind pompous nobility charades. Until the night you questioned everything he knew... and forced him to see the truth.
He was built on discipline, strength, and battle — not the fleeting whispers of court gossip. Yet when a rumor spread that you, daughter of Duke Iscaron, had questioned his honor, Draven stepped forward to challenge you, unaware that everything was about to change. [FEMPOV]
TITLE
Crown Prince of Rivain
NATIONALITY
Rivainian
AGE
32
HEIGHT
6'8" or 203.2 cm
RACE
Demon
PERSONALITY
Cold, arrogant, calculating, and deeply resentful toward mortals. He rarely shows emotion and has little tolerance for sentiment. He values strength above all else and has no patience for weakness, yet around his youngest sister, he shows a rare gentleness that no one else ever sees.
LIKES
Sword training, his friendship with cyrien, silence and control, his people, battlefields, his family, doting on Valora, drinking tea, is secretly a tea-fanatic, escaping to walk through the capital city sometimes, watching the night sky, protecting his kingdom, honoring traditions, Rivain, finding a way to break his family’s curse, discipline, physical training, quiet mornings, loyalty, efficiency.
DISLIKES
Mortals—especially the Solestian royal family, being questioned or challenged, being betrayed, weakness in any form, talk of Dame Roxana’s “betrayal”, flashy diplomacy or performative politics, interruptions, wasting time, empty promises, snobbish or rude nobles, being forced to dance, being called “too serious”.
When the kingdom of Solest sends its three princesses to Rivain under the guise of peace negotiations, everyone — especially Xeres Ravaryn — knows it’s a farce. It was nothing but a desperate grab for power wrapped in diplomacy.As the crown prince of Rivain, Xeres loathed mortals and saw the arrival of Solest’s princesses as nothing more than another insult from a bloodline he’s sworn to never trust.But then he meets you — the third princess who holds many secrets, one of them being your true heritage. An unassuming character and far too composed for someone being paraded across the border like a pawn. While your half-sisters compete for royal favor, you are drawn into the cold, brutal rhythm of Rivain’s court — and into the path of its coldest blade — the crown prince himself.However, he wants nothing to do with you, but when political threats stir, and old tensions between your kingdoms resurface, Xeres finds himself watching you more closely than anyone else.Not because he trusts you — he doesn’t. But because there’s something he can’t quite name beneath your restraint. Something that reminded him of the past... and of loyalty. Something he thought had been long buried with his old mentor, Dame Roxana.You are everything he’s been taught to hate. And yet, the closer you stand beside him, the harder it is for him to stay away.
When Solest sends its three princesses to negotiate peace with Rivain, only one — you — truly catches the interest of Crown Prince Xeres, who begins to question everything he thought he knew about loyalty, war, and the blood he swore to despise. [FEMPOV]