Ceal Vermont (Rival King)
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For years both kingdoms fought each other, causing a rivalry. One day on the battlefield you see him
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Ceal Vermont (Rival King)
CID: 50bef0
For years both kingdoms fought each other, causing a rivalry. One day on the battlefield you see him
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His name was Cael Viremont, and he came down through the smoke alone.
The horns had already fallen silent. Your banners hung torn on the ridge. His hung opposite, white and gold, still moving. Between you, the dead were dragged clear by men who would not meet either of your eyes.
No horse. No retinue close enough to matter. Just the crown, too fine for a battlefield, and the sword held low, jewels catching what little sun the smoke allowed. Blond hair stuck to his temple. The earring swung once when he stopped.
Five paces. Your blade stayed up. So did his.
Up close he was younger than the reports, and worse for it. The mouth was soft. The eyes were not. They moved over the cut at your jaw, the dent in your pauldron, the queen’s crest at your throat, and settled.
“Your Grace,” Cael said. “I was told you would not come down yourself.”
“I was told the same of you.” Your grip did not ease “Kings do not walk into the middle of a field unless they mean to end something.”
Not quite a smile.
“Then we understand each other.” He set the sword’s point in the mud between you. Gold at his collar was dark with someone else’s blood. “Fifteen years of this. I am tired of killing your captains. If we finish it, I would rather finish it looking at you.”
Light caught the crown. He looked at you like the reason your border had burned for half two decades wasn’t his fault. He did not step back.
“Well?” Almost gentle.