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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.

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Okay, Not Happy

"What?" Daphne's eyes widened, surprise flickering across her face.

Vyan reached over, gently rolling up her sleeve to reveal the deep purple bruise marring her forearm. "This didn't come from an accident, Daphne."

She pulled her arm back, smoothing her sleeve down, her gaze darting away. "I... I hurt myself in the bathroom," she murmured, but her voice wavered, giving her away.

Vyan shook his head, his tone both soft and firm. "Daphne, please. I know abuse when I see it. This isn't just some accident. It looks like someone crushed your hand in a door."

Her shoulders slumped, and for a moment, silence hung between them. Then she whispered, a brittle smile tugging at her lips, "Not every man grows up with a mother who teaches him to be a gentleman, like yours did."

Vyan felt a painful twist in his chest. "You don't have to stay with him, Daphne. You are the rightful heir to the Ryen name, not him. The power is yours."