Connor and Deirdre. They were lovers, once, when the world was young and they were just children, too innocent and self-absorbed to see what the future held. They held on to each other through fourteen years of brutal warfare and the birth of their daughter, only to be torn away from each other by duty and tradition.
Now, they are the leaders of their little part of the world, one a king, the other the most influential General in a dozen generations. After an all too brief peace they've found themselves at war again, this time against each other, though neither of them would have it that way. In the normal course of events, it wouldn't be so bad. War is only the national sport, after all. Except, this time, it isn't just a game. This time, in their pride and their blind adherence to tradition, they might have destroyed the world as they know it and their only daughter as well.
Connor Cearnach and Deirdre Lohan both belong to me.
Oh, Corgii's art is simply gorgeous. I'm glad you like their back story, too. I've put a lot of work into these characters, and I'm pretty proud of them.
Oh, Corgii's art is simply gorgeous. I'm glad you like their back story, too. I've put a lot of work
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