genres: (fake historical) drama • low fantasy • pain • olettes nobility at its finest •
another bad case of sequelitis • no one's straight (it still runs in the family) •
new: someone in olette is gay too, call the cops. • new: no blondes. •
Adrestia stands unified before those who saw it all through - the war has subsided, any conflict has died down and amidst what was once a prospering kingdom stands a king without a crown, without a title so to speak. A young man that barely knows anything of the world that never sought to welcome him, but from here on out, Myriad is his - the crown is his - and alongside it, the burden of power, the burden of his title and his people - all of that rests on his shoulders, something that he never asked for and yet has to comply with. Rain knows that this isn't the time to waver, to retreat and think all of this through and as such, he accepts what was never supposed to be his - the title of king, the burden of being alive and cherishes it, for it is but a fleeting moment in his life that, among other things, was never supposed to be as long as it has been so far.
They lurk in the shadows, for years to come, and once the kings body finally gives out - once his passing is announced - all that remains are his children and his closest aide, among the cold walls of Castle Myriad and with that, his reign ends, not long after he assumed the throne. However, even that doesn't suffice, not one bit, after all, Adrestia needs a king, someone to guide a broken country full of brewing conflict, but there is no heir to assume the throne, not after all but one are killed in an ambush and swept away, or so they believe. Miraculously, the former kings oldest son survives - not his by blood, but rather choice - and while he originally wasn't eligible to assume his role as king, for the fact that the wolves' blood runs in his veins, he soon enough finds himself thrust into a position he never wanted to be in, filled with grief, unable to understand anything, or make sense of what seems to be happening around him.
As if fate willed it, Dayan finds himself in the hands of those who never wanted him to be, who made sure that all that remains of his family was a speck of dust - and yet, he puts his trust into them, in the few that seemingly care about him, that make sure he's feeling well, that look out for him, try to give him advice or offer him comfort in all those trying times. However, as much as he doesn't want to admit it, they make one thing painfully clear - his own father was, who brought the tragedy upon him, upon his family - and for that, he should suffer. Dayan agrees, at least he tries to, but he finds himself strengthened in his weak resolve when Olettes nobles offer him one of their own, Lucien, to stay by his side, to support him in all endeavours a young, confused king could need help with. But still, while his father is out there, somewhere, his brother is, too, and yet, the young king can't search for them all by himself, as much as he wishes that he could.
They lurk in the shadows, for years to come, and once the kings body finally gives out - once his passing is announced - all that remains are his children and his closest aide, among the cold walls of Castle Myriad and with that, his reign ends, not long after he assumed the throne. However, even that doesn't suffice, not one bit, after all, Adrestia needs a king, someone to guide a broken country full of brewing conflict, but there is no heir to assume the throne, not after all but one are killed in an ambush and swept away, or so they believe. Miraculously, the former kings oldest son survives - not his by blood, but rather choice - and while he originally wasn't eligible to assume his role as king, for the fact that the wolves' blood runs in his veins, he soon enough finds himself thrust into a position he never wanted to be in, filled with grief, unable to understand anything, or make sense of what seems to be happening around him.
As if fate willed it, Dayan finds himself in the hands of those who never wanted him to be, who made sure that all that remains of his family was a speck of dust - and yet, he puts his trust into them, in the few that seemingly care about him, that make sure he's feeling well, that look out for him, try to give him advice or offer him comfort in all those trying times. However, as much as he doesn't want to admit it, they make one thing painfully clear - his own father was, who brought the tragedy upon him, upon his family - and for that, he should suffer. Dayan agrees, at least he tries to, but he finds himself strengthened in his weak resolve when Olettes nobles offer him one of their own, Lucien, to stay by his side, to support him in all endeavours a young, confused king could need help with. But still, while his father is out there, somewhere, his brother is, too, and yet, the young king can't search for them all by himself, as much as he wishes that he could.
Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.