Credits to I just wanted to start the story a little bit different please go check out the original!!!! Thank you Bloopinboops @Bloopinboops Prologue For seven centuries, the Kingdom of Elyndorath had stood untouched beneath the watch of the northern skies. Its towers of white stone rose above the valleys like monuments to a forgotten age. Clear rivers wound through fields of silver wheat, forests stretched beyond the borders, and its people lived beneath the protection of a crown they believed would endure forever. The House of Elyndorath had survived wars, famine, rebellion, and the passing of countless generations. They called their bloodline blessed. Their walls unbreakable. Then came King Kaelric Vossaryn of Skeldravia. He did not arrive as a conqueror seeking glory. He arrived as the end of an era. The first villages along the northern border never saw the armies that came for them. They only saw black banners rising above the hills, iron armor moving beneath gray skies, and snow darkening beneath the footsteps of thousands of soldiers sworn to the Iron Wolf. Kaelric did not wage war like other kings. He did not fight for honor nor admiration. He sought submission.Every fortress that refused him became a grave. Every lord who swore loyalty to another crown was removed. Every army sent against him returned broken, if it returned at all. The kingdoms that once laughed at the thought of Skeldravia's ruler crossing their borders learned too late that the man they mocked had not built his power through mercy. He built it through fear. By the time Kaelric's armies reached the capital of Elyndorath, the kingdom that had once shone like a beacon had become something unrecognizable. The fields surrounding the city were scorched. The banners of noble houses hung torn from broken walls. Roads that once carried merchants and travelers now filled with soldiers marching beneath the symbol of a wolf made of black iron. From behind barred windows, the people watched as Skeldravia surrounded their home. They knew there would be no rescue. No army was coming. No ally remained. The king they had trusted had led them to the edge of destruction, and the man waiting outside their gates had never once doubted they would open. When the gates of Elyndorath finally fell, the sound echoed through the city like the death of something ancient.The royal palace was the last place to surrender. The throne room, once filled with music, celebration, and generations of rulers who believed they carried the weight of destiny, became the final battlefield. King Alistair Elyndorath stood before his throne wearing a crown that no longer protected him. Blood stained his armor. His soldiers were gone. His kingdom was lost. Yet somehow, he still looked upon Kaelric with defiance. "You think taking my crown makes you a king?" the fallen ruler said, his voice filled with hatred. "You are nothing but a monster." The room remained silent. Kaelric crossed the marble floor, his armor carrying the dust of battle and the weight of every victory that had brought him there. He looked at the man before him without anger. Without pity. "You mistake cruelty for weakness," Kaelric said. "You believed kindness made you powerful." His hand rested upon his weapon."It only made you vulnerable."