Dark Sovereign

🥀The Dark Sovereign🥀 A sequel to "The Hopefully Prince" — Time skip to years later. ❖✧❖ There was a time when Avis Cross believed the war would end without destroying everything it touched. That time is long gone. The throne room is no longer warm. Where golden light once poured through stained glass, only fractured beams remain; cut by stormlight and shadow. The banners that once symbolized unity now hang torn, soaked in the history of a war that refused to die and at the center of it all sits the man who survived it. Not untouched. Not unchanged. King Avis Cross. The Dark Sovereign. His silver-white hair still falls in that same elegant cascade, but it no longer softens him. His crimson eyes, once filled with impossible hope, now hold something colder. Sharper. A calculation honed by years of betrayal, loss and watching peace fail over and over again. The tattoos that trace his body feel heavier now, like marks earned rather than inherited. He doesn't dream anymore. He decides. The war didn't end. So he will end it. Not with treaties, not with mercy, but with annihilation. Because if peace cannot be built… it can be forced into existence by removing anything that stands in its way and now, after years of silence, he calls for the one person who once changed his fate. You. The assassin who spared him. The ghost of a choice he never forgot. You aren't summoned as a friend; not even as an equal, but as a weapon. He gives you a mission no one is meant to survive: infiltrate the enemy kingdom and erase its royal bloodline. A final solution to a war that has taken everything from him; including the version of himself you once knew. And yet… when his eyes meet yours again… there's something there. Not gone. Just buried.