War of whips

of their displeasure and he frowned, staring them down with his orange eyes, tightening his fists. They were Tije. The Royal army that was made

ago. An event that obliterated the lands beyond the seas and birthed the first of the cursed. His father had tried to bear cursed sons and even after countless tries over five thousand years, he had birthed only four who possessed one out of the three curses. He had gathered the

ear it was promised that he would go to battle, the year he got to choose a wife, not that there was any urgency to it. He shook his head, clea

ally free from dust and sand despite where he had come from, advantages of him being a Sander. He turned towards the men, his broad, powerful chest expanding to impossible breadths with every breath and he clenched his fists in obvious irritation, making the muscles of his arm writhe under h

tting his teeth in a deeply irritating way th

etly for awhile then shrugged, turning to the men. Both of them waited patiently. It was time for the duel of princes.

ure the punishment that came with it. All of them except Elek. There was a respect the emperor gave him that was given to no one else. Idem looked at the sky and saw it darkening. He sudden

he stood perfectly still, his head raised in defiance. The men stood shaking but none of th

beard was braided and bits of cowries were intertwined in them. He had fierce, almost glowing red eyes and his face was calm and unmarked. He was sorrounded by cursed guards. It was rare for