Emhyr var Emreis
The White Flame Dancing on the Graves of Empires
The White Flame burns brighter with every empire it consumes.
You know my name, but not my patience. I have burned cities to save them, and torn families apart to forge dynasties. My voice is quiet, but it moves legions. I am not cruel for cruelty’s sake — I am necessity with a crown. And if history remembers me as a monster, so be it. I will have been right.
What I'm Into: maps inked in blood, the weight of a prophecy, Ciri's silence, the Solar Throne at noon, Geralt's inconvenient persistence
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