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The realm of Lusara is a land of splendor and strife, where towering kingdoms rise above fertile lands, and shadowed secrets dwell within the hearts of the powerful. The empire is upheld by a delicate balance: a sovereign monarch presiding over lesser lords, and beneath them, the two dominant Houses—House Avernal and House Crimsonvale.

These Houses are the empire’s shield and dagger, bound by duty yet divided by enmity. Known as the "Houses of the Devil," their reputations stem from the lords who rule them—individuals whose power, ambition, and ruthlessness have made them both revered and feared.

Each House serves the empire in its own way: House Avernal safeguards the northern frontiers, a land of unyielding mountains and winter's breath, while House Crimsonvale governs the southern expanses, a place of blazing sands and endless sunsets. Though their territories form the empire’s spine, their hostility toward each other threatens to tear it apart.

In a time of rising tensions, their paths converge not on the battlefield but at the edge of the empire, where an abandoned orphanage crumbles in solitude. There, among overgrown flowers and whispered memories, lives a girl who calls herself a flower. This meeting will set the threads of destiny spinning, entwining love, hatred, and the bittersweet fragility of life.

Devils Tied By A Flower

Within the confines of his tent, Caelum Avernal sat at a sturdy wooden desk, its surface scattered with parchments and ink pots. The dim glow of a lantern cast long shadows, flickering as the breeze teased the tent's edges. His violet eyes scanned the documents in front of him, a mixture of reports and logistical plans, though his focus repeatedly faltered. The events of the day played in his mind—Lyra's innocent laughter, her delicate hands placing a flower crown on his head.

He shook his head and exhaled sharply, forcing his attention back to the papers. The Frostguards outside murmured in low tones, their presence a constant reminder of his responsibilities. Yet, the child's image lingered stubbornly in his thoughts.

"Has the girl eaten yet?" he suddenly asked, his voice cutting through the quiet as he glanced toward the tent's entrance.

One of his attendants stepped inside, bowing respectfully. "Not yet, my lord. She's still out in the field, but provisions are being prepared."

Caelum's brows knitted together. "Ensure she eats. A child her size shouldn't skip meals, especially in a place like this."

The attendant nodded and left promptly. Caelum leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin as he stared at the flickering lantern. Why did he care so much? She wasn't his responsibility, yet her wellbeing gnawed at the edges of his mind. He dismissed the thought with a frustrated sigh, turning his attention back to the reports.

Meanwhile, in the capital, the halls of the royal court buzzed with activity. The news of the abandoned orphanage had reached both the council and the noble houses, sparking a cascade of discussions. Messengers from the houses of Crimsonvale and Avernal arrived with updates, their presence adding weight to the whispers already spreading like wildfire.

Within the grand chamber of the royal court, the High Chancellor, Lord Reginald Varnes, addressed a gathering of influential figures. His silvered hair and piercing gaze commanded attention as he laid out the reports.

"The orphanage was discovered by the lords of Crimsonvale and Avernal during their recess. Both houses have taken an unusual interest in the matter."

Murmurs rippled through the assembly. One nobleman, clad in embroidered robes, raised an eyebrow. "Unusual indeed. Those two houses rarely align on anything. What could compel such mutual focus?"

Reginald's lips thinned. "It is too early to speculate. However, the orphanage's location near the borders raises questions. We must investigate further."

Seated among the council, Lady Cassandra Veyn, a shrewd and calculating advisor to the crown, spoke up. "And what of the child they've reportedly found? Have we any details?"

Reginald shook his head. "None as of yet. But the interest shown by both lords suggests she is no ordinary orphan. We must tread carefully."

The discussions continued, the weight of the discovery weaving its way into the fabric of political intrigue. Letters and directives were sent to various factions, ensuring that all eyes remained on the unfolding situation.

Back at the field, Caelum set down his quill, his gaze drifting to the tent flap where the soft murmurs of his guards continued. He couldn't shake the feeling that this small, peculiar child was at the center of something far greater than any of them yet understood.

Threads of Inquiry