Epigraph
Most of the men in this stronghold are blind as molebats. Strong warriors, every one of them, but put a tender thing like love in front of their noses and they’ll miss it entirely.
Still, for those of us who do have eyes, Thalric and Nyrica are something extraordinary.
Not loud or performative. Not the kind of bond that demands attention.
Just… steady. Fierce in its quiet. A love that’s been forged in fire, tempered by grief, and bound not just by history, but by choice.
Truly, it is the kind of love the bards would write about, if we hadn’t banished both love and music from these stone halls long ago.
The archons? Also blind as molebats. But I suspect the Ra’veth cast sees it too. How could they not? That kind of devotion doesn’t hide. It glows.
Let the archons and the others pretend otherwise. I’ll keep watching. It is, after all, an inspiration.
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