In the shattered highlands of Eldrun, Blakezilla was a warrior forged in fire and battle—a champion bound by duty to Sophia of Alvaric, a noblewoman whose beauty hid a heart colder than stone. Their marriage was one of ambition, not love. Where once passion sparked, only silence and obligation remained. Blakezilla wore his armor well, but inside, his spirit was breaking.


Then came Runa, a healer from the wild northern tribes. She bore no noble title, no silk gowns—only the pelts of snow wolves and a quiet strength born of hardship. Where others saw only the warrior’s wounds, she saw the man beneath. Her touch did more than heal; it stirred something long buried in Blakezilla’s heart. Their love grew in secret—soft, fierce, and impossible to deny.


But love forbidden is a dangerous flame.
Sophia’s pride was shattered, her vengeance swift. Accusing Runa of witchcraft and sedition, she saw to her imprisonment and near death. Blakezilla was forced to choose between his oath and his heart—between a throne built on lies and a love that could cost him everything.


He chose love.
Casting aside titles and honor, Blakezilla led a desperate charge to Alvaric Keep. Steel clashed and walls trembled as he fought not for glory, but for the woman who had awakened his soul. Sophia wept, but he passed her cold gaze without regret. In the dungeons below, Runa waited to die—only to be freed by the man who loved her beyond all law and fear.


Banished and hunted, Blakezilla and Runa fled to the farthest edges of Eldrun. There, beyond the reach of crowns and courts, they built not a kingdom, but a home. From their exile came legends whispered in the forests—of peace born from fire, and a love that endured beyond betrayal, beyond blood.


Some loves burn kingdoms to the ground.
Some survive only in stories told by those who believe in truth and fire.
Blakezilla and Runa’s love was both.
A flame among thorns, fierce and unyielding