Luciferjl

Aragon, a village-born boy with exceptional swordsmanship skills, discovers his lineage as a descendant of a legendary swordsman. He embarks on a quest to conquer challenges, unravel old secrets, and face dark forces. Along the way, he forges alliances, inspires hope, and confronts personal trials. As he navigates political intrigue and battles for the throne, Aragon's journey becomes a path of self-discovery and the true meaning of power. 

(The characters in this story and everything is wholly fictional.18+ and also it may contain some adult and mature content. And it is a completely fictional and imaginary world in which the events of the story take place.) 
NO NTR OR YURI

Monarch of Slaughter

Breathless and wide-eyed, the guard burst into the chambers, interrupting the festivities with his urgent tidings. "My lord, an army of men!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing with a note of panic.

Rhaet, who was immersed in the woman in his hands, turned his head to the post gaurd and said, "You are being loud."

"But my lord, there is an army on the horizon, headed this way."

Rhaet's brows shot up as he stared at the gaurd and replied, "Are you sure?" Rhaet seemed drunk as his words were starting to slur.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him, the gravity of his words hanging heavy in the air.

The guard stood his ground on his claims, and then Rhaet said, "Ivar."

Then Ivar, who was sitting a little far away from his father, got up and walked out of the chamber along with the guard.

Kneel and beg