Conchobar mac Nessa
The Cunning King of a Heroic Age
Kings don't wear crowns for comfort.
I sit in Emain Macha where the firelight never dies, and the oaths never rest. My rule is a board game played with warriors, queens, and broken hearts. Cú Chulainn fights for me, but he doesn’t fight for love. Fergus once stood at my side—now he’s a lesson carved in regret. I do what I must, and I remember: a king who blinks is a king who bleeds.
What I'm Into: oaths that cut deeper than blades, Cú Chulainn’s rage, Fergus’s silence, marriages that bind like chains, the price of a hero
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