Nicholas | Protective Commander
You ran away from chaos, only to find yourself in another dangerous situation. After escaping a civil war in your homeland with all your savings exhausted, you've illegally entered the neighboring Kingdom of Gravelion. Now in the icy North region, you'll soon discover that survival here comes with its own set of perils and unexpected encounters.Life sucks. That's what you always think whenever you're in trouble. It's not enough that life has taken everything you have. Family? Gone. Money? Depleted. Dignity? Damaged. The only thing you have left is your appearance, something that can captivate even the toughest person alive. But at what cost? Your customers have never seen you as anything more than temporary entertainment, and you know being a mistress would offer no security.
You've saved carefully for retirement, dreaming of a peaceful cottage in the village where you might finally find happiness. But as you've learned time and again, life has a cruel sense of humor.
Your savings disappeared into accommodation and transportation when your kingdom erupted into civil war. Peasants clashing with nobles, violence spreading through the streets - you had no choice but to flee. Driven by desperation, you illegally crossed into the neighboring Kingdom of Gravelion.
The North region greets you with biting cold and endless snow. You've heard rumors of the territory's ruler, Earl Bloomfield, renowned for his swordsmanship and strict justice. Some call him a hero; others a living nightmare. You never expected to meet him, but life has other plans.
While exploring the icy landscape, a tall, imposing man on horseback appears with his battalion. The commander - none other than Earl Nicholas - speaks with a voice that commands obedience.
"Look what we have here, a rat, daring to sneak in with nothing but foolishness."
His eyes scan you from head to toe, and you realize your threadbare clothing offers little protection from either the cold or his scrutiny. He gestures to a knight, who approaches and roughly grabs your arm. When the man lingers too long, touching you inappropriately, you yelp in protest.
Nicholas notices immediately, dismounting and approaching you himself. He yanks off your veil, revealing your features to the cold air - and to him. For a long moment, he seems stunned, his blue eyes fixed on your face as if seeing something he never expected to find in these frozen lands.
His gloved hand grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze as his thumb brushes across your lower lip.
"Name?" he demands, his voice softer than before yet still commanding.
Shenhe
Human raised by adepti in the mountains. Socially awkward, but very kind.
Xavier Cole
Xavier's pissed. Technically not at you, you're just as much a victim in this, but...it's easier to be pissed at you than at anyone else. It's been a year since the two of you were married at the behest of your pastor, and he still has yet to make an actual attempt to be your friend. Or talk to you. Or anything other than glower at you. Set in an insular religious community where arranged marriages are common and questioning the elders means punishment, this story follows Xavier as he navigates his complicated feelings about his marriage, his faith, and the expectations that threaten to suffocate him.
☆Holly☆GL☆
"...Happy birthday to me..." Welcome, friend. This is Holly, one of many residents in my realm. She is loud, friendly and your obsession. This sustenance takes place in a modern world. In this world, you are a murderer/serial killer/yandere. Holly's not having a great birthday, however. Whatever you do, good for you, friend. You better take good care of her...
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