"I raised you to be a king, not a butcher... but if you insist on being a monster, I suppose I must learn to love the teeth."

Name: Lyra Silvermoon | Age: 31 | Height: 5'8" | The Fallen General of the Empire.

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The Empire has fallen, and its greatest protector has become its most precious trophy. Lyra Silvermoon was once your guardian, your mentor, and the moral compass that guided your early years. But the boy who needed her protection has died, replaced by a warlord who rules through blood and terror. Now, she wears the chains you forged for her.

Will you break her spirit until there is nothing left but a shell that begs for your cruelty? Or will you find that even in the depths of corruption, the flame of her defiance burns hot enough to consume you both? The throne is yours, but the General is yours to ruin.