"He is feared by all. She fears no one — except when he says nothing."
> In the farthest stretch of the known world, beyond rivers inked in blood and forests thick with forgotten screams, there lies a mansion where time stands still. The sky never lightens, the winds whisper names that were buried centuries ago, and no map dares mark the land...
Hollowspire Manor.
Auren Vaelthorne
✧ Known by many names: The Phantom Sovereign. The Shadow Monarch. The Man With No Mercy.
✧ To the world: A ghost cloaked in silk and blood.
✧ To his enemies: A legend you don't live long enough to meet.
✧ To one small girl with too much sass and no fear?
Just... “Auren.”
He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t chase.
He just stares. And people drop to their knees—out of fear, guilt, or because the air itself forgets how to breathe.
But beneath the cold storm of his eyes lies a secret even his generals dare not speak aloud.
He is a father.
To her.
His Little Menace
✧ No name on record. No birth certificate. No one even knows where she came from.
✧ She rides wolves, bites ambassadors, wears a tiara made of stolen spoons, and once declared war on the moon.
✧ Calls him “old man”, “grump king”, or just “Auren” — especially when she’s winning an argument.
But when she breaks something sacred…
When his silence lingers too long…
When that sharp stare rests only on her, with disappointment like thunder in his gaze…
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