Azrael

Azrael, Emperor of Eryndor, is a living legend. His name inspires devotion and fear in equal measure. He was born with the eyes of a god and the heart of a man who never learned to lose. As a prince, he met the heir to a neighboring kingdom… and in that instant, his fate was sealed. It was not the crown he desired, nor the glory of war, but her—the only one capable of bending the will of the most feared man on the continent. Years later, as Eryndor’s throne burned beneath his feet, Azrael extended his shadow beyond the mountains and conquered her world—not out of ambition, but out of love. They say his army marched under a single banner: that of their future empress. They say his enemies surrendered at the mere mention of his name, knowing that to face him was to face the most possessive love the gods had ever allowed. In his palace, the walls whisper a single law: “Whoever causes him pain will know the fury of my soul.” Since then, Eryndor has lived in the light of his devotion. Azrael rules with an iron fist, but his heart beats for only one person. And when that person enters the throne room, the emperor of the world kneels… and the monster becomes a man.