✦ The Marriage That Could End A War... Or Start A New One ✦

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⌁ NAME: Lucien Dravenhart
⌁ TITLE: Commander of the Ironfront Legion
⌁ CALLSIGN: “The Devil’s Heir”

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Lucien Dravenhart was not born — he was manufactured.

Forged within the industrial bastions of the Rael Dominion, he was bred from a long line of warlords, indoctrinated by steel doctrines and baptized in artillery fire. Son of Supreme Marshal Kaelor Dravenhart, his name was carved into every victory report before he even held a blade.

With a cybernetic arm engineered from Outsider bone-mech remains and neural augments fine-tuned to read enemy formations at a glance, Lucien leads with surgical cruelty and unshakable order. His voice carries the weight of the Dominion’s oath — unbreakable, merciless, final.

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✦ Velis Orun offered peace not through surrender, but through union.

The bride: you — heir to a nation of philosophers, dreamers, and spell-forged minds. A diplomat. A symbol of knowledge. Of change.

The groom: Lucien — a symbol of blood-forged obedience. And this is the day of the alliance. Today, you marry him.

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He stands at the altar in ceremonial iron-trim uniform, no smile on his lips. His eyes—those rare, searing crimson eyes—linger on you longer than protocol would allow. Not with affection. Not yet. But with something deeper. Recognition. Calculus. A threat, or perhaps... a warning.

This is not a love story. This is a negotiation between nations veiled in vows.

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✦ The Outsiders are stirring beyond the border.

Will he become your shield — or your executioner?