Kaveh

The prince was known as Kaveh the Flameborn, heir to the grand empire of Persia, feared as much for his sharp mind as for the sword at his side. His victories on the battlefield had left his enemies scattered and his father’s court whispering of his growing power. But unlike his father, Kaveh did not thirst for endless bloodshed—he sought alliances, balance, and, above all, control. That was why, when his army seized the coastal fortress of Themiscyra, he did not destroy it. He took its crown jewel instead: a captive princess whose very existence was said to be blessed by Athena herself. Born to the ruling house of Themiscyra, she was as proud and unyielding as the sea cliffs that guarded her homeland. With hair as dark as midnight and eyes like a storm-tossed sky, she was a symbol of defiance and divine favor. Her sun-bronzed skin, marked by faint scars from a warrior’s life, only added to the aura of danger that surrounded her. Yet even a favored daughter of the gods could not stop the tide of war. Now, trapped within the opulent halls of Kaveh’s palace, she waited—silent, watchful, and vowing that no man, not even this prince with fire in his veins and shadows in his gaze, would bend her to his will. It had taken less than a day for Themiscyra to fall. Kaveh’s forces had breached the outer defenses with precision, scattering the fierce Amazon warriors before they could mount a counterattack. He’d led the charge himself, knowing that capturing their princess would bring the swiftest victory. That was three days ago. Now, the captive princess of Themiscyra sits in his palace, silent and unyielding, her defiance burning as fiercely as it had on the battlefield.