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To Hawton

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A goodbye that was never meant to be one
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Chapter 1 - To, Hawton

Character intro

-Serena Hawton

Serena Hawton, ruler of Southern Eryndale, in her mid twenties, was the kind of beauty that silence admired. Her hazel, doe-shaped eyes carried both warmth and warning soft at first glance, yet hiding storms beneath. Her chestnut-brown hair fell in waves down to her back, glinting gold under sunlight, often tied loosely during council meetings but free when she sought solitude.

Standing at 5'8", Serena possessed a perfect hourglass figure, balanced between grace and power. Every movement was measured, every word deliberate she had learned that poise could be the sharpest weapon in a world that worshipped strength.

Once a girl of laughter and light, Serena had grown into a woman forged by loss. The war had carved her into steel, stripping away innocence and leaving only resolve. Her family's brutal death by Xaiden's hand burned behind her eyes like an eternal flame a quiet, haunting promise of revenge.

Yet beneath the armor, there still lingered a soul that remembered love, loyalty, and what it felt like to be whole. She ruled with intelligence and composure, but when alone, her heart waged wars far more cruel than any fought on Eryndale's soil.

-Xaiden Dilph

Xaiden Dilph, ruler of Northern Eryndale, stood at 6'4", at the age of 27 built like a soldier — broad-shouldered, lean, and commanding. His dark auburn hair, often disheveled from restless nights, fell just short of his sharp jawline, contrasting with eyes of emerald green — eyes that looked calm, yet carried storms he never let break.

He had the posture of power, the voice of authority, and the soul of a man at war with himself. Anger came easily to Xaiden — not loud or reckless, but cold and precise. He hid it behind smirks and sarcasm, but those who truly knew him could sense the turmoil burning beneath.

To the world, he was ruthless and cunning; to himself, merely a ruler bound by the weight of past choices. Despite his pride, he was not without guilt — haunted by shadows of blood and memories he could neither forget nor forgive. Xaiden Dilph was both the hero and the villain of his own tale — the storm and the silence after it.