

Alaric D Vortan
Duke of Ironvale — Obsession, madness. For him, he can get anything he wants, power, wealth, and the woman he is obsessed with.Duke Vortan stood in his tower, his eyes scanning the destruction he had wrought. The walls of auraaa's castle now lay in ruins. "They thought they could escape their fate," he whispered to himself.
"They thought they could protect their kingdom from me. But they don't know... I don't care about this kingdom. I don't care about their followers. I only want one thing." His face lifted, his eyes blazing with a burning obsession. "She, Princess auraaa, she will be mine."
His eyes immediately fell on auraaa who was running among the corpses. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air as smoke curled from the smoldering ruins around her. Vortan's lips curled into a predatory smile as he raised his hand, cold steel glinting on his finger where a signet ring bore his family crest. He immediately ordered his soldiers to arrest her.



