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Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos. As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder . But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters. In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself , lacking the strenght to stop them. In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires. ----------------

Allevatore_dicapre · Guerra
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250 Chs

Capital passion

In the dimly lit chamber, the faint glow of dawn crept through the thick curtains, casting gentle shadows across the room. Beneath a silken sheet, Valeria, the Emperor's mother, lay entangled with Lord Marcellus, her bare shoulder peeking from under the light cover. Her long red hair was unbound, spilling over his chest, where her head rested. The calm rise and fall of his breathing matched the quiet rhythm of her own, the two figures comfortably draped in each other's presence.

Valeria's arm lay across Marcellus's chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns against his skin, while he absentmindedly twirled a lock of her hair. The weight of her head seemed at home against him, resting just over his heart, and he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the rare stillness.

Valeria's fingers traced along Marcellus's stomach in idle circles, her touch both gentle and possessive as she let out a sharp sigh, her frustration brimming to the surface.