No one knew the depths of his pain, and no one would. There was only one task to complete: the death of his uncle. Prior to Jacob's rule, his nephew Tiron, was supposed to be king. Yet this did not come to pass as Jacob made sure that his assassins would find Tiron's parents, and slay them and the boy. One of the families maidens hid the boy, as it was foretold by a local seer that Tiron would return to claim back his land. Tiron was the type of man that women wanted to serve, and men wanted to become. He was charismatic, powerful and commanding, using his mesmerizing deep brown eyes, and bass toned voice. He had poise and skill and would win his fare of food, drink and women. Until Shyaan. She put a spell upon him like no other. And since she was not of the witch clan there was nothing that Tiron could do about it. Shyaan had a full figure, where as Tiron enjoyed a more lean woman. Shyaan would speak to Tirons soul, where as he was used to the woman becoming who he wanted them to be. Yet, Shyaan was indeed a witch, just not from these lands. Her magick was made possible by forces that Tiron would soon come to know, if of course, he took action towards this goal. But Tiron was thirsty for his kingdom, and the demise of his uncle. Rather than choose revenge or passion, Tiron chose them both, and would stop at nothing to have all that he had ever desired.
*excerpt of a greater work - by Arthena Sophia*
** art is "Assassin's Creed Tony Stark" by zeroskilled **
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