The Chosen One: Flames of Sorcery

citizens before him. This was the day of the annual jousting tournament, th

racious and benevolent ruler, his smile and

standing well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a chiseled physique. His bronze skin glistene

panying him. Amidst cheers from the crowd, he strode towards the stands, where the nobles of

by one, charged forward with lances at the re

d at the palace, and despite her lowly duties, Aric had always found her to be stunning. She was a beautiful young woman, with dark hair that cascaded down her back

asn't finding the tournament enjoyable, given the expression etched on her face. The strain

m his seat. Ignoring his knights' confused gl

an who had caught his attention in such an irresistible

nights' tents and their horses, Aric kept his focus on Al

tourney, left him questioning his own actions

ice. Without second thought, he burst into the tent, his presence a commanding force that

both Alia and her assailant stunned. The latter, utterly surprised, manag

The heat of his anger made it clear that he wouldn't tolerate such behavior. Alia's attac

me, your Highn

clothes slightly torn, she bore signs of the struggle she had endured. Rage coursed th

htly as he drew near. "Are you unharmed?" he

she whispered, her v

Alia, offering her a means to cover herself. She hesitated, her wariness evident, but the kindn

y chastised, a lesson for all," Aric declared, his attent

ghness," Alia expre

Aric replied, hi

he destinies of Aric and Alia