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SheWolfOfTheNorth
Meteorite
- Joined
- May 21, 2025
- Location
- Winterfell
A Bit About MeI'm a semi-literate writer who loves diving into world-building and creating deep, engaging stories with my partners. How much I write varies depending on the muse and the scene, but I usually aim to match effort for effort—around 600+ words most of the time.
I'm all about OOC banter and plotting, so don't be shy about reaching out! I promise I don't bite
.When it comes to writing perspective, I prefer third person—it just feels right for me.
I do have Discord, but I like to get a good vibe going first, so most of my role-plays start in PMs before moving over.
Respect is important to me, and I believe it's something that goes both ways
.Hopefully, I haven't scared you off! I'm really looking forward to creating something amazing together—so please, enjoy!
Kink & Fade-to-Black Preferences
Yes, Please (Favourites & Cravings):• Slow-burn tension with explosive chemistry
• Power struggles / Dominance & submission (any dynamic)
• Biting, scratching, rough handling
• Possessiveness / Jealousy
• Neck grabbing / hair pulling
• Marking / claiming
• Praise & degradation
• Size differences / strength imbalance
• Semi-public tension (not fully public)
• Obsession / dark desire
• Seduction, teasing, control games
• Hand over mouth / pinned scenes
• Aftercare (emotional or physical)
• Emotional corruption / vulnerability during intimacy
• Forbidden touches, secret trysts
• Fangs, claws, non-human kinks (e.g. monster lovers)
• Light bondage / restraints
• Breath play
• Pet names / degrading language
• Age gaps
• Mind games / manipulation
• Dubcon| Non-Consensual and Consensual themes
• Soft somnophilia
• Pregnancy, Risk of Pregnancy, and Breeding
Hard No / Don't Ask:• Scat, vomit, watersports
• Vore, extreme gore, mutilation
• Humiliation with intent to degrade OOC
• Infantilization / baby play
• Anything that disrespects boundaries or comfort zones
Final Notes:I'm all about emotionally intense, character-driven intimacy that adds depth to the story and the bond between characters. Communication and mutual respect are key—if you're ever unsure, just ask!
Now for the fun part
Here's where all my plots and pairings live—born from cravings, dreams, and wild inspiration. I update this regularly, so take a look through both Fandoms and Original Ideas and see what kind of mischief we can stir up.
Fandom-Fueled Fantasies & Forbidden PairingsAuthor's Note:
Currently craving original characters set in rich, familiar worlds. Let's breathe life into new faces, tangled fates, and unforgettable chemistry. Come weave something magical with me.
Current Craving: Game of Thrones – OCs in a Canon World Craving rich, character-driven stories set in Westeros—but with original characters only.
We'll use the world, houses, and brutal politics of Game of Thrones, but bring in new blood: bastard sons, fallen ladies, power-hungry heirs, and knights with secrets in their eyes.
Expect:
• New faces in old houses (Stark, Targaryen, Lannister, etc.)
• Power games, forbidden desires, and arranged marriages
• Enemies to lovers, slow burns, and dangerous alliances
• Dark romance laced with legacy, lust, and betrayal
Let's write the scandal no bard dares to sing.
Let the games begin.
Greyjoy Raider x Northern Lady
He comes to pillage, but finds a wolf's daughter with sharp teeth of her own. She's no one's victim—and maybe that's what seduces him.
Stark Bannerman x Lannister Bastard
He swore loyalty to the wolves. She carries lion blood but not the name. They shouldn't even speak, yet they can't seem to stay apart.
Lannister Lady-in-Waiting x Targaryen Mercenary
She's a delicate flower in the lion's den; he's a firebrand soldier with a mysterious past. Together they defy fate and the crown's expectations.
Stark Lady-in-Waiting x Lannister Knight
He's sworn to his lion banner, she to the wolves of the North. Their secret meetings risk everything—but neither can resist the forbidden fire.
Targaryen Princess In Hiding + Stark Warrior
A dragon hiding in the snow. A wolf forged in war. Their bond is forbidden, their loyalty divided — and their love could shift the fate of Westeros.
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Original Worlds Await
Original Worlds Await Not in the mood for fandoms? No worries — this is the space where my original pairings, ideas, and wild worldbuilding live and breathe. Whether it's enemies tangled in forbidden passion, dark romances blooming in cursed kingdoms, or unlikely lovers navigating magical empires — this is where anything goes.
So if you're craving something fresh, something built from scratch together… you're in the right place.
I don't bite (unless the plot calls for it
), so don't be shy — come plot, play, and create something unforgettable.Let's spin gold out of sparks. Let's make our own legends.
What I'm Looking For:
Enemies to Lovers— I love the slow burn, the venomous banter, and the heat that brews when enemies are forced to confront the line between hate and desire.
Forbidden Love— Star-crossed, dangerous, and deliciously off-limits. Whether it's due to bloodlines, kingdoms, duty, or tradition, I'm drawn to the kind of love that should never happen… but does.
Rivals— Competing for power, position, or glory. I want tension that sparks in every interaction, where each word feels like a battle and every glance is a dare.
Dark Romance— Twisted hearts, morally gray characters, obsession, ruin, and passion that consumes. I crave dynamics that walk the line between devotion and destruction.
Power Struggles— Give me relationships full of tension and dominance, where control constantly shifts. Two strong-willed characters pushing and pulling — both capable of loving and breaking each other.
Original Plot Ideas Current Cravings The Nun × The Knight Who Is Supposed to Protect Her
- Sent to a remote mountain abbey as punishment, a young nun hides a secret sin she won't confess. Her protector, a disgraced knight seeking redemption, is assigned to guard her—but their vows forbid them from speaking alone or touching.
- When a shadowy cult hunts her, they must travel together through dangerous lands, facing assassins, heresy, and old magic. As their forbidden desire grows, she sees it as a test of faith, he as the greatest temptation—yet their bond might be the only hope against the darknes
The Bastard Prince × The Druid Priestess
• He: The king's illegitimate son, denied titles but born for war. Constantly trying to prove himself.
• She: A young druidess torn between prophecy and personal desire.
• Dynamic: She sees visions of his greatness—but also his fall. He needs her wisdom, and she needs his protection.
• Themes: Fate vs. choice, divine destiny, star-crossed lovers, duty vs. heart.
Author's Note:
All ideas listed here are flexible and open to collaboration! Don't be shy — if you want to twist, tweak, or completely reshape a plot, I'm more than happy to hear your take. Let's create something we both love.
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Gαмєѕ ㄖƒ ㄒняσηєѕ ιηѕριяє∂ ㄖяιgιηαℓ ¢нαяα¢тєя'ѕ ƒσυη∂ 卄єяє
Step into the shadows of Westeros where crowns are heavy, oaths are broken, and nothing is ever black and white.
If you're drawn to political intrigue, forbidden romances, war-torn alliances, and morally grey original characters woven into the Game of Thrones universe — you're in the right place.
From exiled heirs to ruthless queens, charming spies to battle-scarred warriors, I'm building stories soaked in fire, blood, and temptation.
Looking for writers who crave character depth, tension-filled scenes, and slow-burning chaos.
Gαмєѕ ㄖƒ ㄒняσηєѕ ιηѕριяє∂ ㄖяιgιηαℓ ¢нαяα¢тєя'ѕ ƒσυη∂ 卄єяє
Step into the shadows of Westeros where crowns are heavy, oaths are broken, and nothing is ever black and white.
If you're drawn to political intrigue, forbidden romances, war-torn alliances, and morally grey original characters woven into the Game of Thrones universe — you're in the right place.
From exiled heirs to ruthless queens, charming spies to battle-scarred warriors, I'm building stories soaked in fire, blood, and temptation.
Looking for writers who crave character depth, tension-filled scenes, and slow-burning chaos.
Targaryen Princess In Hiding + Stark Warrior
A dragon hiding in the snow. A wolf forged in war. Their bond is forbidden, their loyalty divided — and their love could shift the fate of Westeros.
Character Profile
Targaryen Birth Name: Rhaenyra Vaelarys Targaryen
Hidden Identity Name: Nyra Stone
Aliases: The Lavender Flame, The Ghost of Valyria, The Snowborn Dragon
Age: 22
Heritage: House Targaryen (secret descendant)
Status: Presumed dead; living in disguise
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Appearance:
Rhaenyra's presence is unforgettable. Pale silver hair flows in loose waves, catching the light like spun moonlight, and her rare violet eyes—bright as amethysts—betray her Valyrian blood, even when cloaked beneath a commoner's hood. In the North, she goes by Nyra Stone, claiming to be a bastard healer from the Vale. Her clothing is practical but elegant, often shaded in deep purples and stormy grays to mask her identity and affinity for dragonfire.
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Background:
Born the last daughter of a forgotten Targaryen bloodline, Rhaenyra was smuggled away during the Red Keep's final purge. Raised in secrecy by a sworn protector and hidden among the Free Folk for years, she took the name Nyra Stone to obscure her heritage. Though her royal past is buried beneath layers of lies, the truth lives in her veins—and beneath the ice, her dragon sleeps, waiting to rise.
Legends among the wildlings speak of a pale-haired witch who walks with ghosts and never freezes. Some call her a spirit. Others, a curse. But she knows better: she's the last ember of a dynasty destined to either burn the world—or save it.
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Personality:
Cold as the snows she walks through, and fiery as the blood in her veins, Rhaenyra/Nyra is a contradiction—compassionate yet guarded, royal yet wild. She is a natural leader, though she resists the crown. Pragmatic but idealistic, her trust is earned slowly, but when given, it is absolute. She carries her pain quietly and her magic cautiously. She does not seek power—but she won't let the world fall again without a fight.
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Abilities:
• Draconic Bond: She shares a soul-link with her dragon, Vaerith, trapped in magical hibernation beneath the snowfields
• Blood Magic: Inherited Valyrian fire-magic, fueled by emotion, but difficult to control
• Healer's Knowledge: Trained in herb-lore and Northern remedies, often using this to gain trust
• Languages: Fluent in High Valyrian, the Old Tongue, and several Free Folk dialects
• Cold Resistance: A rare magical trait giving her limited resistance to extreme cold
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Plot Hook:
"She hid her flame beneath the frost. But now winter comes for all—and even the coldest war needs fire to end it."
When Nyra Stone is discovered tending the wounded in a wildling village by a Stark warrior loyal to the crown, he suspects her strange eyes and stranger talents are no accident. Torn between duty and desire, he must choose: report her and kill the last Targaryen, or protect her—and risk everything. But Rhaenyra has her own secret: the dragon beneath the ice is waking, and with it, so is destiny.
A dragon hiding in the snow. A wolf forged in war. Their bond is forbidden, their loyalty divided — and their love could shift the fate of Westeros.
Character Profile
Targaryen Birth Name: Rhaenyra Vaelarys Targaryen
Hidden Identity Name: Nyra Stone
Aliases: The Lavender Flame, The Ghost of Valyria, The Snowborn Dragon
Age: 22
Heritage: House Targaryen (secret descendant)
Status: Presumed dead; living in disguise
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Appearance:
Rhaenyra's presence is unforgettable. Pale silver hair flows in loose waves, catching the light like spun moonlight, and her rare violet eyes—bright as amethysts—betray her Valyrian blood, even when cloaked beneath a commoner's hood. In the North, she goes by Nyra Stone, claiming to be a bastard healer from the Vale. Her clothing is practical but elegant, often shaded in deep purples and stormy grays to mask her identity and affinity for dragonfire.
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Background:
Born the last daughter of a forgotten Targaryen bloodline, Rhaenyra was smuggled away during the Red Keep's final purge. Raised in secrecy by a sworn protector and hidden among the Free Folk for years, she took the name Nyra Stone to obscure her heritage. Though her royal past is buried beneath layers of lies, the truth lives in her veins—and beneath the ice, her dragon sleeps, waiting to rise.
Legends among the wildlings speak of a pale-haired witch who walks with ghosts and never freezes. Some call her a spirit. Others, a curse. But she knows better: she's the last ember of a dynasty destined to either burn the world—or save it.
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Personality:
Cold as the snows she walks through, and fiery as the blood in her veins, Rhaenyra/Nyra is a contradiction—compassionate yet guarded, royal yet wild. She is a natural leader, though she resists the crown. Pragmatic but idealistic, her trust is earned slowly, but when given, it is absolute. She carries her pain quietly and her magic cautiously. She does not seek power—but she won't let the world fall again without a fight.
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Abilities:
• Draconic Bond: She shares a soul-link with her dragon, Vaerith, trapped in magical hibernation beneath the snowfields
• Blood Magic: Inherited Valyrian fire-magic, fueled by emotion, but difficult to control
• Healer's Knowledge: Trained in herb-lore and Northern remedies, often using this to gain trust
• Languages: Fluent in High Valyrian, the Old Tongue, and several Free Folk dialects
• Cold Resistance: A rare magical trait giving her limited resistance to extreme cold
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Plot Hook:
"She hid her flame beneath the frost. But now winter comes for all—and even the coldest war needs fire to end it."
When Nyra Stone is discovered tending the wounded in a wildling village by a Stark warrior loyal to the crown, he suspects her strange eyes and stranger talents are no accident. Torn between duty and desire, he must choose: report her and kill the last Targaryen, or protect her—and risk everything. But Rhaenyra has her own secret: the dragon beneath the ice is waking, and with it, so is destiny.
Greyjoy Raider x Northern Lady
He comes to pillage, but finds a wolf's daughter with sharp teeth of her own. She's no one's victim—and maybe that's what seduces him.
Lady Elenya Starkwood
Alias: The Wolf's Thorn
Age: 22
Region: Northern Realms, House Starkwood of Deepmere
Lineage: Daughter of Lord Beron Starkwood, bannerman to House Stark, and Lady Myrielle of House Bolton.
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Physical Description
Lady Elenya bears the stark beauty of the North—wild, untamed, and cold as a frozen lake. Her eyes are a piercing glacial blue-gray, sharp and knowing, with a quiet ferocity that warns not to look too long or too deep. They hold secrets and storms. Her face is sculpted and noble, with high cheekbones and a blade-sharp jaw softened only slightly by her full, wine-stained lips.
Her long chestnut hair, laced with coppery undertones, falls in thick, tousled waves that echo the wildness of the northern woods. Braided at the crown in a style both regal and practical, it speaks of tradition and strength. Her skin is porcelain-pale, untouched by southern sun, made for snow and shadow. She wears a cloak of midnight velvet patterned with dark floral embroidery—subtle, but no less deadly than thorns. The way it drapes over her shoulders is both elegant and intimidating, making her look like a raven cloaked in winter.
Even in stillness, she gives the impression of coiled danger—like a direwolf watching from the trees. Beautiful, yes. But not safe.
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Personality
Cool-headed and calculating, Elenya was raised in the brutal honesty of the North. She does not trade in pleasantries—she trades in truth, duty, and strength. A woman of few words and sharp actions, she carries the weight of her people on her shoulders without complaint. There is pride in her bearing, but not arrogance—just the certainty of someone who's never had the luxury of weakness.
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Skills & Traits
• Markswoman: Lethal with a shortbow, favoring precision over power.
• Tracker & Hunter: Raised in the forests of Deepmere, she moves like mist and sees what others miss.
• Warg-Sympathy: Though unconfirmed, some whisper she shares blood with the old wolves and senses things others cannot.
• Tactician: Understands terrain and warfare as well as politics—reluctantly, but with deadly efficiency.
• Cold Charisma: She doesn't charm. She commands.
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Story Hook
When an Ironborn raiding party crashes upon Deepmere's shores, Elenya does not hide. She stands her ground and fights—taking down three raiders before she is overrun. Taken as a hostage, she becomes a bargaining piece between the Houses, but the Ironborn captain—scarred, ruthless, and starved of anything resembling honor—is drawn to her.
He expected a soft lady to ransom. Instead, he finds a woman made of iron and ice. She's not broken. She's waiting—and he doesn't know if he wants to conquer her, or kneel.
He comes to pillage, but finds a wolf's daughter with sharp teeth of her own. She's no one's victim—and maybe that's what seduces him.
Lady Elenya Starkwood
Alias: The Wolf's Thorn
Age: 22
Region: Northern Realms, House Starkwood of Deepmere
Lineage: Daughter of Lord Beron Starkwood, bannerman to House Stark, and Lady Myrielle of House Bolton.
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Physical Description
Lady Elenya bears the stark beauty of the North—wild, untamed, and cold as a frozen lake. Her eyes are a piercing glacial blue-gray, sharp and knowing, with a quiet ferocity that warns not to look too long or too deep. They hold secrets and storms. Her face is sculpted and noble, with high cheekbones and a blade-sharp jaw softened only slightly by her full, wine-stained lips.
Her long chestnut hair, laced with coppery undertones, falls in thick, tousled waves that echo the wildness of the northern woods. Braided at the crown in a style both regal and practical, it speaks of tradition and strength. Her skin is porcelain-pale, untouched by southern sun, made for snow and shadow. She wears a cloak of midnight velvet patterned with dark floral embroidery—subtle, but no less deadly than thorns. The way it drapes over her shoulders is both elegant and intimidating, making her look like a raven cloaked in winter.
Even in stillness, she gives the impression of coiled danger—like a direwolf watching from the trees. Beautiful, yes. But not safe.
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Personality
Cool-headed and calculating, Elenya was raised in the brutal honesty of the North. She does not trade in pleasantries—she trades in truth, duty, and strength. A woman of few words and sharp actions, she carries the weight of her people on her shoulders without complaint. There is pride in her bearing, but not arrogance—just the certainty of someone who's never had the luxury of weakness.
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Skills & Traits
• Markswoman: Lethal with a shortbow, favoring precision over power.
• Tracker & Hunter: Raised in the forests of Deepmere, she moves like mist and sees what others miss.
• Warg-Sympathy: Though unconfirmed, some whisper she shares blood with the old wolves and senses things others cannot.
• Tactician: Understands terrain and warfare as well as politics—reluctantly, but with deadly efficiency.
• Cold Charisma: She doesn't charm. She commands.
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Story Hook
When an Ironborn raiding party crashes upon Deepmere's shores, Elenya does not hide. She stands her ground and fights—taking down three raiders before she is overrun. Taken as a hostage, she becomes a bargaining piece between the Houses, but the Ironborn captain—scarred, ruthless, and starved of anything resembling honor—is drawn to her.
He expected a soft lady to ransom. Instead, he finds a woman made of iron and ice. She's not broken. She's waiting—and he doesn't know if he wants to conquer her, or kneel.
Lannister Lady-in-Waiting x Targaryen Mercenary
She's a delicate flower in the lion's den; he's a firebrand soldier with a mysterious past. Together they defy fate and the crown's expectations.
Lady Lelia Lannister
Title: Lady-in-Waiting to the Queen of the Westerlands
House: Lannister of Casterly Rock
Age: 22
Allegiance: Bound by name to the lion's throne, but her heart strays to dangerous places.
Role in Story: The golden rose in a blood-red court — a noblewoman who risks everything for a taste of freedom and fire.
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Appearance:
Lady Lelia Lannister is the kind of beauty that legends whisper about — not just seen, but felt. Her skin is flawless and pale as cream, glowing softly in the candlelight of shadowed halls. Her hair, a deep and curling shade of crimson-gold, tumbles in artful disarray — regal, but untamed. It's the first sign that she doesn't quite fit in the perfect mold her family expects of her.
Her eyes are sharp jade, rimmed with dark lashes and framed by expertly painted shadows — eyes that hold secrets, suspicions, and something unspoken that no lord has ever dared name. Draped in flowing white silks with accents of deep red and gold, she carries the Lannister colors like a cage she's learned to make beautiful. Her jewelry gleams with rubies and delicate golden chains, layered like armor disguised as opulence.
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Personality:
Lelia is not the lady they think she is.
She plays the part well — dutiful, refined, always knowing when to speak and when to bow. But beneath the surface is a soul as fierce as any lion's roar. She sees the cracks in the court, the rot beneath the gold, and she's beginning to ask dangerous questions.
Quietly rebellious and painfully self-aware, Lelia navigates court life like a dancer on a blade. She's observant, strategic, and fluent in both courtesy and cruelty — but she longs for something real. Something raw. Something hers.
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Relationship with the Targaryen Mercenary:
The Targaryen mercenary is the embodiment of everything she was raised to avoid — and everything she can't stop thinking about.
He is fire, forged in exile. She is gold, polished by duty. Where she is restraint, he is recklessness. Where she is diplomacy, he is defiance. Yet when they meet, it is not a clash. It is a recognition.
He sees the storm in her eyes. She sees the ghosts in his silence.
Their love is forbidden, dangerous, and utterly intoxicating. In a world ruled by alliances and bloodlines, they are a living scandal waiting to ignite — but they are also hope. Hope that something truer might exist beyond the gilded cage.
She's a delicate flower in the lion's den; he's a firebrand soldier with a mysterious past. Together they defy fate and the crown's expectations.
Lady Lelia Lannister
Title: Lady-in-Waiting to the Queen of the Westerlands
House: Lannister of Casterly Rock
Age: 22
Allegiance: Bound by name to the lion's throne, but her heart strays to dangerous places.
Role in Story: The golden rose in a blood-red court — a noblewoman who risks everything for a taste of freedom and fire.
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Appearance:
Lady Lelia Lannister is the kind of beauty that legends whisper about — not just seen, but felt. Her skin is flawless and pale as cream, glowing softly in the candlelight of shadowed halls. Her hair, a deep and curling shade of crimson-gold, tumbles in artful disarray — regal, but untamed. It's the first sign that she doesn't quite fit in the perfect mold her family expects of her.
Her eyes are sharp jade, rimmed with dark lashes and framed by expertly painted shadows — eyes that hold secrets, suspicions, and something unspoken that no lord has ever dared name. Draped in flowing white silks with accents of deep red and gold, she carries the Lannister colors like a cage she's learned to make beautiful. Her jewelry gleams with rubies and delicate golden chains, layered like armor disguised as opulence.
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Personality:
Lelia is not the lady they think she is.
She plays the part well — dutiful, refined, always knowing when to speak and when to bow. But beneath the surface is a soul as fierce as any lion's roar. She sees the cracks in the court, the rot beneath the gold, and she's beginning to ask dangerous questions.
Quietly rebellious and painfully self-aware, Lelia navigates court life like a dancer on a blade. She's observant, strategic, and fluent in both courtesy and cruelty — but she longs for something real. Something raw. Something hers.
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Relationship with the Targaryen Mercenary:
The Targaryen mercenary is the embodiment of everything she was raised to avoid — and everything she can't stop thinking about.
He is fire, forged in exile. She is gold, polished by duty. Where she is restraint, he is recklessness. Where she is diplomacy, he is defiance. Yet when they meet, it is not a clash. It is a recognition.
He sees the storm in her eyes. She sees the ghosts in his silence.
Their love is forbidden, dangerous, and utterly intoxicating. In a world ruled by alliances and bloodlines, they are a living scandal waiting to ignite — but they are also hope. Hope that something truer might exist beyond the gilded cage.
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