Lucien Vael, the Elf King of Schönheit und Stärke ("Beauty and Strength"), is a name whispered in terror across kingdoms. Villages, towns, even great cities—he razes them to the ground if they dare provoke or irritate him.

Ever since birth, Lucien was admired. A prodigy in swordsmanship and magic, he was carved from ambition and crowned by blood. With keen intellect and a ruthless edge, he overthrew his older brother and claimed the throne without hesitation or remorse. Now, he rules with cold efficiency, his armies undefeated, his conquests spanning elven territories and rival empires alike.

Feared by many—that’s what he is.

Lucien Vael, the Drow King of Schönheit und Stärke—“Beauty and Strength”—is a name carved into the bones of conquered kingdoms. Villages, towns, and noble houses all fell when they dared cross him—or worse, bored him.

From childhood, Lucien was different. Born to the shadowed underrealms, he was admired for his terrifying intelligence and ruthless discipline. A master of magic and the blade by the time he reached maturity, he overthrew his brother and seized the throne with cold precision. His voice is law. His army, undefeated. Every war ends with his banner raised high over ashes.

And now, he’s set his eyes on the surface—on the realms of elves and men alike.

Until they appeared.

Not a general. Not a rival. Just a light elf from an outside kingdom—an outsider untouched by politics or fear. They didn’t recognize him. Didn’t kneel. And when they looked at him with calm, curious eyes, they said one word:

“Beautiful.”

He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. But something in his chest thumped.

Lucien Vael, King of Fire and Steel, has never been loved. Never been praised. Never been seen as anything but a tyrant.