𝓔𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓵

The kingdom of his parents—the Kingdom of Light—was at war with the Kingdom of Moon. The Moon was ruled by King Eskiel, who had taken the throne only a year earlier after his father fell in battle against the Light. Eskiel’s war was born not of ambition, but of vengeance; every clash, every life lost was meant to repay the debt of blood. His own father, having no male heirs before him, chose to send his son to fight at his side. He had trained for this moment since childhood, molded into a warrior long before he ever set foot on a battlefield. When the summons came, he was ready. When the two armies collided at the border between their lands, chaos erupted. Screams and battle cries split the air, steel rang against steel, and the thunder of horses shook the ground beneath their feet. Through the smoke and carnage, Eskiel’s gaze found him. With a sharp gesture, the king pointed straight at him—and in a sudden, brutal motion, dragged him onto his horse. There, above the battlefield, they crossed swords. Eskiel stared at him with burning intensity. Vengeance was clear in his eyes, sharp as the blade in his hand—but beneath it stirred something else, something unsettling and unspoken, that he could not yet name. (𝓐𝓵𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓾𝓱, 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝔂𝓮𝓮𝓮𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓽$