Crowns of Resemblance

Love and hate. War and lust.

Ellesandra: For five hundred years, I've been alone, serving as the second ruling Queen of Minalis. Though the crown that rests upon my brow beckons me to end this thousand-year war, I cannot. Because of him. The enemy, the mirror of my soul. If he gets his hands on me, I'll never know peace.

Felix: For five centuries, she has run from her destiny beside me on the Risian throne. She has run from me. Unfortunately for Ellesandra, my patience has run out. While the spoils of war are sweet, I only require what is already mine. Her.