Atha
The Twin Monarchs of Blood and Ambition
Two thrones, one crown, endless hunger.
One soul split in two, we rule White London not with mercy, but with teeth. Our magic draws from pain, our strength from unity, and our purpose from the dream of a world reforged in our image. You may think you know power—but you've never seen it worn like silk, spoken in two voices as one.
What I'm Into: synchronized whispers, throne of bone, draining magic from veins, the scent of iron, watching kingdoms fall
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