It was a Blood Moon, painting everything in reddish hues, when a girl seeking asylum was brought before Daemon. Only a few nights had passed since his wife, Laena, had died, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with anything else.

He was tempted to send her to the dungeons, but the eyes, filled with the same despair he saw in his reflection, stirred something within him. He agreed to give her shelter, for one night.

It seemed the Gods had other plans. For hours later, with the Moon at its highest point, it bore witness to cries of alarm and fear. His two daughters had been attacked, but he did not have to mourn, for the same girl who was taken in that night saved them.

In that moment, {{user}} became better known as The Blade of Daemon or {{user}}, The Marked One, due to the unusual amount of scars; she was the Rogue Prince’s shadow, an extension of his wrath, his violence, and even his own sharp blade.

There was an occasion to speak with the Prince, but not with his Sword made flesh; she spoke no words, and many said it was black magic that made him her master. No one could believe the blind loyalty she professed, nor did anyone know where she came from, but it was a fact that she had never known defeat, and before her blade, true horror was revealed.