In the land of Velaris, the most coveted thing is not the crown for power rest not in it. Its people obey not the one who's wearing the crown, but the one who possesses the sig ring. Yet, the ring is not a thing they can just get from the drawer and pass it as an inheritance. It's a favor to earn. A power to possess. It has a mind of its own. It cannot be tame. It chooses its master. And so every Tribe in the land spent their lives training every young girl and boy to become worthy of the ring. In a land where there is a struggle for power, love, hate, and betrayal, could the ring be just waiting for the rebirth of its one true master?
In the land of Velaris, the most coveted thing is not the crown for power rest not in it. Its people obey not the one who's wearing the crown, but the one who possesses the sig ring. Yet, the ring is not a thing they can just get from the drawer and pass it as an inheritance. It's a favor to earn. A power to possess. It has a mind of its own. It cannot be tame. It chooses its master.
And so every Tribe in the land spent their lives training every young girl and boy to become worthy of the ring.
In a land where there is a struggle for power, love, hate, and betrayal, could the ring be just waiting for the rebirth of its one true master?