Allevatore_dicapre

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos.

As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor ,  his three ambitious sons  vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it,  selling their swords to the highest bidder  .

But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch  as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters.

In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath  itself , lacking the strenght to stop them.

In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to  forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires.

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Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Alpheo stood just outside the doorway, flanked by two men who were unmistakably his guards. Their cloaks concealed much, but the slight bulge of armor beneath and the way their hands hovered near their belts betrayed them as warriors. Despite the presence of his protectors, the prince himself looked nothing like royalty—his simple attire, unadorned and practical, was meant to help him blend in with the streets of Yarzats. No silks, no embroidery, no rings. Just a young man with striking features and a knowing smile that could dissolve ice.

"May I enter?" Alpheo asked again, his voice light with amusement once again snapping Lucius out of his daze.

Before Lucius could respond, Sabine's voice rang out from within. "Who is it?"

Lucius hesitated for a brief moment, his mind racing with how to explain. Instead of answering her, he stepped aside and gave a short nod. "O-Of course, Your Highness."

A man hard to refuse(2)