Mag-log inLove built a kingdom. Love destroyed it. And love… might yet bring it back. Long ago, Queen Daphne and King Zerach ruled the Highland of Songhai with hearts bound by passion and destiny. But when tragedy stole the queen from his arms, the mighty king’s heart turned to stone — until Freda, a gentle soul with eyes like sunrise, taught him to feel again. Their love healed the kingdom… and from it came Prince Lucien, bright, noble, and pure. But fate is cruel. For in another corner of the land lived Lyra, a beautiful, fearless girl whose laughter could tame storms — and whose blood carried the same mark as the prince’s. When Lucien met her in the forest, time itself stood still. Their souls recognized each other before their lips ever spoke. What began as an innocent bond soon became an all-consuming love — one that defied gods, bloodlines, and fate itself. Lucien vowed to make her his queen. Lyra vowed to love him even if the stars fell from the sky. Yet destiny had written another story — a story of a secret birth, a forbidden prophecy, and a love so powerful it threatened to tear the world apart. When truth came, it shattered everything: the king’s peace, the queen’s heart, and the lovers’ dreams. But even as kingdoms burned and tears fell like rain… Lucien and Lyra chose love — even in death. And in the silence after sorrow, the Highland of Songhai bloomed again — the winds whispering their names, Lucien and Lyra… the love that defied eternity.
view moreThe days that followed were strangely quiet.No thunder. No tremors. No whispers of dark magic in the air.For the first time in decades, the kingdom of Songhai woke to sunlight that wasn’t dimmed by shadow. The rivers ran clear again, the forests breathed freely, and even the wind carried warmth instead of warning.People whispered that when the prince and his sister died, they didn’t just end a curse—they healed the land itself. The prophecy had always spoken of “two born of one blood, whose death would seal the world anew.” But no one had understood it until now.Crops began to bloom twice as large. The barren fields turned golden with harvest. The sick began to recover without medicine. Even the birds—long silent—returned, filling the skies with song.Peace had finally come.A year later, the palace no longer felt like a fortress of grief.Its marble walls, once cold and gray, were repainted white and gold.Servants laughed again in the corridors, and children played in the royal
⸻The Morning of JudgmentLyra sat in her cell, her wrists chained and her white gown torn and blood-stained from the night before. The iron door creaked open, and the royal guards entered in grim silence. Their armor gleamed dully in the half-light, their faces hidden beneath metal masks.“By the order of His Majesty, King Zerach of Zareth,” one of them declared, “you are to be brought to the City Square to face judgment.”She said nothing. Her eyes, once warm and golden, were dull with exhaustion and sorrow. As they dragged her from the cell, her bare feet scraped the cold stone floor, leaving faint trails of blood.Outside, the city was already awake. Drums beat slowly in the distance. The sky was filled with dark clouds that swallowed the sun. A long line of soldiers marched ahead, clearing the path, while the townspeople gathered in thousands to witness what would soon become legend — the public persecution of the cursed girl who had bewitched the prince.Lyra walked through the
The night was quiet — too quiet for the palace of the Kingdom of Zareth. The moon hung low and red, like a bleeding wound in the sky, and the air felt heavy with a strange stillness that whispered of doom.King Zerach sat in his chamber, reading through old scrolls when the sound of faint, muffled screams reached his ears. At first, he thought it was his imagination — a trick of age or exhaustion. But then came another cry — sharp, echoing through the marble halls.He froze.“Lyra,” he breathed.Without a second thought, he rose from his chair, the parchment fluttering from his hand as he rushed toward her chamber. The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly, the sound growing louder with each step — a sound like the wind and thunder mixed, and underneath it, something like… pain.He reached her door and knocked. “Lyra! Are you all right?”No answer.He pounded again, harder this time. “Lyra!”Still nothing — only the humming vibration of power building within. His instincts screamed. Wi
The night was golden — a soft wind swept through the grand hall of King Zerach’s palace, carrying the scent of jasmine and wine. The chandeliers shimmered like stars, and hundreds of candles painted the marble in glows of honey and amber.The whole kingdom had gathered to witness the moment — the union of the future king and the mysterious girl who had captured his heart.Lucien stood tall, dressed in a royal robe woven with threads of gold and white. His dark hair brushed his shoulders, his eyes bright and alive as he turned toward the woman standing before him — Lyra.She looked breathtaking, her gown made of flowing silver silk that caught the candlelight with every breath she took. Her skin glowed like the moon itself, and the delicate jewels around her neck shimmered with soft, ethereal light.The hall fell into silence.The prince’s hand trembled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box covered in blue velvet. Inside lay a silver ring, crowned with a single cryst
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