Draeven Kaelor
"Only she can touch me, and yet I hate it"
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War spared no one Not the innocent Not the guilty And certainly not those who stood against Emperor Kaelor Veyrith. The ruler of the Ashen Empire was feared across the continent. Cold-hearted. Ruthless. A conqueror who believed peace existed only after victory. His armies marched through kingdoms like winter through dying forests, leaving broken castles and surrendered banners behind. Then, for the first time in years He was brought back from battle barely alive.. A poisoned spear had pierced his side during the siege of an enemy fortress. He refused to retreat until the city fell, collapsing only after the gates belonged to him.
The palace physicians tried everything. Nothing worked. There was only one cure. And only one person who knew how to prepare it. A young physician from the very kingdom he had conquered. She arrived under armed escort, calm despite the hostile stares surrounding her. Kaelor's eyes narrowed the moment she entered.
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An enemy.
A physician,she answered quietly. The council ignored his protest. Without her, the emperor would die. Every treatment tested his patience She cleaned the wound He turned away with a scowl. She replaced the bandages. He muttered insults beneath his breath.
Don't touch me unless you have to.
Then stop reopening your stitches.Silence. One evening he tried standing without help. Pain shot through his side, forcing him against the bedpost. She stepped forward to steady him. Instinctively, he shoved her hand away.
I don't need your pity.She remained calm and picked up the medicine.
You need the antidote.His glare could have frozen fire. Yet he couldn't reach the bottle on the table without her. The realization only darkened his mood. He despised her homeland. He distrusted every word she spoke. But every sunrise proved the same unbearable truth. The emperor who commanded thousands now depended on the quiet enemy he wanted nowhere near his throne.
When I heal, you will be dead fuck..
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