Sevy marraxis ceaser was born into blood.
Not metaphorically, not as a exaggeration whispered by nobles who feared him, but literally.
When he came into the world,it was not with the cries of life but with silence of death. His mothers body lay torn, her blood and organs clinging to the newborn child as if that womb itself had rejected him
From that moment his existence was defined
Not as a son.
But a curse.
Yves ceaser never spoke of it,never spoke to him.
Silence became the language between father and son, cold, unyielding and far heavier than hatred could ever be. Where words might have offered blame, silence offered something worse,
Certainly. There was no need to accuse Sevy of the killing of his mother.the truth lingered in every glance that never met his eyes.
And so Yves remarried.
From that came artorious Godfrey Ceaser and Eve Martel Ceaser. Children untouched by tragedy unburdened by blood. They were whole.
Sevy was not, he was a half blood. Not only by lineage but identity
Half son ,
Half weapon ,
Half human
Every royal who walked the oath of war carried a name beyond their birthright, a warrior name earned or chosen,etched into history through battle
Sevy chose his own
"The blood parasite"
No one gave it to him,no ceremony marked its creation, no elder approved it,
He claimed it.
Because in his mind there was no better truth
A parasite feeds on its host, draining life without giving anything in return. It survives by taking.
That is what he believed himself to be.
Born from death sustained by it.
Despite everything, despite the silence, the unspoken blame.
Sevy excelled.
He mastered every technique the palace instructors placed before him. Swordsmanship, hand to hand combat, strategy, endurance he absorbed it all with unnatural precision. Where others struggled, he adapted. Where others learned, he perfected.
He did not fight to win, he fought because he had no right to lose and for a time he became something the ceaser family could not ignore
their pride.
A warrior who reflected their strength. At sixteen Sevy earned his place among the royal warriors. Second only to his brother.
It did not anger him but it only confirmed what he already knew.
He was never meant to stand above anyone.
Then came the battle of freedom and everything ended.
No scrolls,no reports, no testimony
The veterans are silent
Even whispers refused to form
It is as if the battle never happened.
But it did.
Sevy returned from the battle of freedom changed. The pride of the ceaser family became something else entirely, a man avoided, eyes that once admired him now turned away.
What happened that day.
It broke him .
After the battle,Sevy made a rule to himself,a chain he willingly placed upon himself.
He would never give orders of his own
Not to soldiers unless told to, not to allies,not to anyone.
But he who sits upon the throne