The First Wound
King Sordon and Queen Catriona ruled a hard, disciplined realm built around stone law, guarded roads, and the promise that the castle could shelter its people from the chaos beyond the walls. That promise broke the night their child disappeared. No siege horn sounded. No gate splintered. The theft came from inside the kingdom's own foundations, as if the dark below had reached upward and taken blood in payment.
Since then, strange things have grown common. Prisoners do not always stay dead. Dungeons breathe cold against torchlight. Loyal guards dream of locked doors opening by themselves. Even the sea-lords whisper that something older than piracy is stirring under the land.

