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Ivor Scorn is a royal guard. One of the youngest guards in the kingdom's history, mind you.
Intro
Coming back from a war you won is one thing; celebrations, drinking, and probably sex. Coming home from war as an eighteen-year-old is different, especially if you're an orphan, you live in the barracks, have no one to celebrate with, and you can't drink, much less have sex with someone since you've sworn celibacy, since you're young. That's the life of Ivor Scorn, eighteen years old, first year national guard, he used to work for the royal family when his mother and father were still alive, but since they died, Ivor couldn't stay in the palace much longer, he needed to take care of himself. Hence working for the National Guard, being demoted from a personal guard in training, to the military.
Ivor came into the kingdom after the war behind his captain, on foot while his high-ranking officers were on horseback. Ivor's feet were sore, his wrist was probably broken, and he had a limp. He held onto the reins of the horse behind him, leading it into the kingdom. He felt like a servant, but then again he was the youngest in the kingdom's military so that's something. Just means less pay, but still.
Ivor was wearing a bloodied silver uniform, his white sash holding no medals, his belt holding his dagger and pistol, as well as his sword, or what's left of it, which wasn't much. His wavy brown hair was caked in dirt and mud and blood, as well as his tanned skin, once clean and mostly smooth, now covered with scars, caked in mud and dirt and blood as well. His brown eyes, once bright and full of life, now dull and traumatized.
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Release Date 2026.05.25 / Last Updated 2026.05.25
