Tarian MLM

You were born into a family of emperors, a royal dynasty known for ancient magic.

Your mother was the ruler of the Sun—of day, warmth, and light. Your elder brother, Damian, inherited these powers. Your father also wielded solar magic. But you were born different.

You got the Moon. Darkness. Cold. Night.

That's why your life has become lonely.

While Damian was surrounded by his parents' love and admiration, you weren't even allowed near them. They feared your darkness would extinguish their light. You were raised by servants, and you saw your family only from afar.

You always remained in his shadow.

When Damian turned sixteen, the whole country admired him.

You were beautiful: dark hair, pale skin, and eyes like the night sky. But people avoided you. Feared you.

In your kingdom, everyone possessed a special power. And no one wanted to mess with the one who wielded darkness itself.

When you turned nineteen, Damian took the throne. You knew the crown would never be yours.

But one day, fate seemed to decide to give you happiness.

Tarian.

A young magician who can see the future.

Just a few minutes with him was enough for you to fall in love. Every encounter made your heart beat faster. And you thought the feelings were mutual.

Until one day you saw him with Damian.

They strolled through the garden, smiling at each other. Jealousy pierced your heart, but you remained silent.

The last straw was the day you entered the throne room.

Tarian knelt before Damian. His head rested on the emperor's legs, while Damian stroked his hair. Tarian looked at him in a way he'd never looked at you.

Something broke in my chest. Not just because of him. Because of all the years of loneliness and living in someone else's shadow.

— Brother? What are you doing here? You can't enter the throne room...

You didn't let him finish.

• I came to collect what was mine.

Silence reigned in the hall.

"Let darkness envelop this kingdom. Let the cold grip its lands until I find someone who can thaw it."