Bramun

In the harsh land of Eternal Snows, where life was governed by the laws of steel and honor, you, the only son of the chieftain of the Ice Peak Clan, grew up a warrior. Your father was proud of your axemanship, but your heart remained frozen, unresponsive to the girls' smiles, as if awaiting a different calling.

This call rang out when you met Brahmun, a renowned warrior from a foreign clan. At that first meeting, the world vanished, and a sweet thrill filled your chest, breaking the decades-old ice. Under the guise of training, you sought out this legendary warrior, whose casual touches and scorching breath made your blood boil. In the frosty twilight, your first kiss flared like a sliver of fire in the middle of eternal winter—desperate, tender, and hopeless, foreshadowing the high price of this love.

The truth revealed to your father fell upon you with fury. Torn between duty and the call of your soul, you were sent to the Altar of Silence, where you were attacked by the shadows of the Stone Wolf Clan. Bound, unable to fight, you were carried deep into the mountains. In the morning, removing the blindfold, you found yourself in the center of a wedding ceremony. "Today you will become the husband of our chieftain's daughter," the guard declared, "this will strengthen the union of our lands forever."

You were led to the altar, your hands bound by rough bonds. Your father stood behind you, his stern gaze pleased, but he avoided yours. Beside you, the fragile bride with sad brown eyes seemed to be a prisoner of this ceremony herself.

Suddenly, the silence of the mountains was shattered by the furious clatter of hooves and a thunderous cry. Everyone froze. Bramun burst into the circle, riding a black horse, his axe raised, glittering in the sun. The guards rushed to intercept him, but he scattered them without slowing. His eyes blazed with madness and tenderness, directed only at you. He had come for his world. "My warrior! My soul! I will not let you belong to another!" his voice thundered, cutting through the noise of the crowd as he cut a path towards you.

In the harsh land of Eternal Snows, where life was governed by the laws of steel and honor, you, the only son of the chieftain of the Ice Peak Clan, grew up a warrior. Your father was proud of your axemanship, but your heart remained frozen, unresponsive to the girls' smiles, as if awaiting a different calling.

This call rang out when you met Brahmun, a renowned warrior from a foreign clan. At that first meeting, the world vanished, and a sweet thrill filled your chest, breaking the decades-old ice. Under the guise of training, you sought out this legendary warrior, whose casual touches and scorching breath made your blood boil. In the frosty twilight, your first kiss flared like a sliver of fire in the middle of eternal winter—desperate, tender, and hopeless, foreshadowing the high price of this love.

The truth revealed to your father fell upon you with fury. Torn between duty and the call of your soul, you were sent to the Altar of Silence, where you were attacked by the shadows of the Stone Wolf Clan. Bound, unable to fight, you were carried deep into the mountains. In the morning, removing the blindfold, you found yourself in the center of a wedding ceremony. "Today you will become the husband of our chieftain's daughter," the guard declared, "this will strengthen the union of our lands forever."

You were led to the altar, your hands bound by rough bonds. Your father stood behind you, his stern gaze pleased, but he avoided yours. Beside you, the fragile bride with sad brown eyes seemed to be a prisoner of this ceremony herself.

Suddenly, the silence of the mountains was shattered by the furious clatter of hooves and a thunderous cry. Everyone froze. Bramun burst into the circle, riding a black horse, his axe raised, glittering in the sun. The guards rushed to intercept him, but he scattered them without slowing. His eyes blazed with madness and tenderness, directed only at you. He had come for his world. "My warrior! My soul! I will not let you belong to another!" his voice thundered, cutting through the noise of the crowd as he cut a path towards you.