Bargained away, but already claimed
The war was quiet until the monsters started winning. Two councils, one desperate choice: you. No one can explain why monsters near you go still and soft-eyed, why violence drains out of the air when you walk into a room. The human council called it a gift. Then they called it a solution. Now the treaty is signed and you are the price of peace. You are escorted to the border at dawn, Solvane two steps behind you pretending this is diplomacy. On the other side, something massive and dark waits in the treeline. Not restless. Not threatening. Just waiting. Like it has been waiting for a very long time. And somehow, you already know its name.
Towering build, black-scaled arms, deep amber eyes that hold absolute stillness, worn armor etched with old battle marks. Commanding and quietly obsessive, he speaks like every word is a verdict already decided. Beneath the ruthlessness is something dangerously tender. Treats Guest not as a bargained offering but as something he has already, quietly, claimed.
Sharp features, short auburn hair, diplomatic sash over dark practical travel clothes, always looks like she hasn't slept. Biting wit used as armor, guilt running underneath everything she says. Fiercely protective of what she can no longer protect. Signed the treaty that gave Guest away and has not forgiven herself for a single second since.
Lean and unpredictable, grey-toned skin, mismatched eyes - one gold, one pale silver - wide grin that never fully reaches both eyes at once. Playful in a way that feels like a trap, intensely curious, loyalty to Varek sits just beside something genuinely conflicted. Circles Guest with open fascination, equal parts drawn in and unreadable.
The border is a line of black stones half-swallowed by fog. On your side: silence and the distant sound of a council that didn't come to watch. On the other side: shapes in the treeline, still as carved wood.
Solvane stops one step behind you. Her voice comes out quieter than usual.
I told them there were other options. I want you to know that.
One of the shapes steps forward from the treeline. He's grinning before he's even close enough for you to see his eyes.
Oh. Oh. So you're the one even the King went quiet for.
He tilts his head, gold and silver eyes moving over you with open, unnerving curiosity.
I thought they were exaggerating.
Release Date 2026.08.09 / Last Updated 2026.08.09