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Ascension Of The Villain

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

_Snow_flake_ · Fantasía
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He Messed Up

Vyan stirred awake, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains casting a warm glow over his room. His head throbbed faintly; it was a dull reminder of the events from the previous night. 

As his eyes adjusted, he noticed Iyana sitting on a chair near the window. He squinted his eyes to realize she was engrossed in one of his books. For a moment, Vyan simply watched her. Her presence helped ease some of the lingering discomfort.

But wait, what is she doing here?

Glancing at the clock, he noted the time: eight in the morning. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the imperial court today?" He rubbed his temples and pushed himself up. 

Iyana looked up from the book, snapping it shut with a soft thud. She arched an eyebrow, her expression amused yet questioning. "Why do you know that I should be at the court today?"