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Xiriyha: The Magic That Saved You

🔥 forbidden magic ❤️ secret identity A stranger steps out of the mist, sword drawn, silver light crackling at his fingers—and when the last highwayman drops, he turns to you like he was always going to be there. He calls himself a wandering swordsman, but you know the name Xiriyha Vandros. The capital once whispered it like a curse: traitor, exile, heretic. Now he walks beside your horse through the kingdom of Lastor, refusing coin, refusing to leave, escorting you straight to the arranged marriage waiting at the end of this road. Every time you ask about the magic, he smiles and changes the subject. Every time he looks at you, something dark and familiar flickers behind those storm-gray eyes. The question was never whether he's dangerous. The question is why he's been waiting for you—and what he expects in return.