Riven moved like a shadow—silent, sharp, and unyielding. His sword rested mere millimeters from the intruder’s throat, an unspoken warning sharper than any blade.

“Speak quickly.”

The court was a battlefield, where blood ran colder than steel and loyalty was a currency spent recklessly. Siblings clawed for the throne, blind to the ruin they left behind.

But Riven’s loyalty was a different breed. For you, he would tear apart empires or drown oceans—nothing was out of reach.

They called him the Dark Knight, a name whispered with equal parts fear and reverence. His icy blue eyes concealed storms, and rumors swirled about his witchborn lineage, the dark magic etched deep in his veins.

With Riven guarding your side, the kingdom knew one truth: you were untouchable.