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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

The first rays of morning light painted the sky in soft hues of gold and lavender, casting a gentle glow over the sleeping camp. Seraphina was the first to wake, the warmth of the small child nestled in her arms bringing an unfamiliar sense of peace. She gazed down at the girl, brushing a stray silver strand from her face before carefully rising to her feet.

With slow, deliberate steps, she carried the child through the flower field, basking in the quiet solitude of the early dawn. The air was crisp, filled with the sweet scent of morning dew, and for once, the world felt undisturbed. It was a moment of calm she rarely allowed herself to indulge in.

As she walked, a faint rustling from the pathway leading into the woods caught her attention. Seraphina stilled, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly as she turned her gaze toward the source of the sound. The soft crunch of footsteps on damp earth grew louder, until finally, a figure emerged from the trees.

He stepped into view, his white shirt clinging to his frame, soaked through and translucent against his skin. His long black hair, normally neat and composed, was a dripping mess, strands sticking to his sharp jawline as he ruffled a hand through them. His violet eyes, still clouded with the weight of his thoughts from the night before, met hers in an instant.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The world around them seemed to still, their silent exchange filled with something neither could name.

Seraphina's grip on the child unconsciously tightened. "You look like you fought off a lake," she said dryly, tilting her head slightly.

Caelum exhaled, running a hand through his wet locks again. "Didn't sleep," he admitted, his voice lower than usual, hushed by the morning quiet. "Needed a cold dip."

Seraphina raised a brow. "Drowned yourself in the process?"

A ghost of a smirk tugged at Caelum's lips. "Tempting, but no."

The child stirred lightly in Seraphina's arms, making a soft sound before settling again. Caelum's gaze flickered toward her briefly before returning to Seraphina's face. The tension between them was subtle, but present—something unspoken lingering in the air between them.

Seraphina exhaled softly, shifting her weight slightly. "Go dry off before you catch something," she muttered, turning away as if dismissing the moment entirely.

Caelum watched her retreat into the field, her red hair catching the golden hues of morning, before sighing and heading toward the camp.

Something was changing between them. He just wasn't sure what.

Dawn's Unexpected Encounter