Alyra of Tor Athra
In the Hyborian Age, a kingdom could vanish in a night. A lord could become a corpse by dawn. A noble daughter could awaken as a refugee before sunset. Snow falls in thick, silent curtains across the mountain pass. Hours earlier, a baronโs castle stood watch over the valley below. Now only a distant orange glow...
๐ ๊ฐ์๐ฉโ๐ฆฐ ์ฌ์ฑ๐ชข ์๋๋ฆฌ์ค๐งโ๐จ ์ค๋ฆฌ์ง๋ ์บ๋ฆญํฐ (OC)๐ ์์กฑ๐ฅ NSFW์๋กํฑ ๋กคํ๋ ์ด