He rules a court that fears him and bows to no one. He kneels the world for the one name he refuses to let his enemies have: yours.
He flooded three valleys in his rage, so they sent you to bind his storms, but the binding fused you to him instead, and now every flare of his temper soaks you both.
He warns you that the bond between you is a blade, then steps between you and the thing that wants you dead.
