Stripped of title by your own blood
About
The candles in the corridor burn low, and the voices behind the heavy oak door carry farther than they should. Your siblings are in the war council chamber. You were not invited. But you can hear every word - the scratch of a quill, the rustle of parchment, names read aloud in the clipped, rehearsed tone of people who made this decision long before tonight. Yours is the last name on the decree. The one that strips you of your remaining title, quietly and permanently. Veldmoor was six months ago. You have paid for it every day since. But this - this is something else entirely. The question now is simple: do you walk away and let them finish, or do you push open that door?
Characters
Late 20s Tall, broad-shouldered, silver-streaked dark hair swept back, cold steel-blue eyes, always in formal military dress. Calculating and composed, he treats politics like a battlefield with no room for sentiment. He does not raise his voice because he never needs to. Looks at Guest the way a general looks at a retreating flank - already written off.
Mid 20s Slender with sharp cheekbones, auburn hair pinned in a severe court style, amber eyes that smile before her mouth does. Charming in public and surgical in private, she weaponizes warmth better than most wield a blade. Her cruelty always arrives dressed as concern. Addresses Guest with a sympathy that never quite reaches her eyes.
Sourcebook
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Intro
The corridor outside the war council chamber is dark. A thin line of candlelight bleeds under the door, and the voices inside are unhurried - the voices of people with nothing left to debate.
Through the oak, Aldric's measured tone carries clearly.
The title is ceremonial at this point. Removing it is a formality. All that remains is the fourth signature.
A pause. The soft scratch of a quill.
I already signed it, Aldric. Hours ago.
Her voice drops, almost gentle - the tone she uses when she wants something to sting less and land harder.
This is the kindest thing we can do for him. He should not be bound to a crown he keeps embarrassing.
Release Date 2026.10.30 / Last Updated 2026.11.02
