Witchbound Villain: Infinite Loop

8 – Yvain Edensworn

In the last half of a decade, the Kingdom of Edensor had always stood as the unfortunate pawn facing down a queen’s gambit.

At the heart of this kingdom was a boy king, Yvain Edensworn, whose crown sat upon his head with the precariousness of a cat in a hammock. Steady, but slippery.

Critics, armchair generals, and the occasional gossiping courtier decried him as "too green for the throne," mistaking youth for ineptitude.

Yet, under the tutelage of the illustrious Morgan Le Fay, Yvain was brewing up a storm, promising a reign not just of power but of magic. They whispered his name with a mix of reverence and disbelief, dubbing him Little Merlin.

In the three years post-apocalypse—because calling it a mere great invasion by the intergalaxian seemed to undersell the dramatic overhaul of their world—Yvain wasn't just playing king. 

He was on a quest, a mission that had him scouring the lands, delving into mysteries best left unspoken, all in

The soldiers, more numerous than the most hyperbolic of bardic tales, marched with a precision that suggested they could do so blindfolded, backwards, and in high heels, should the situation call for it.

The mages, with their cloaks billowing as though permanently caught in a dramatic gust of wind, lent an air of mystique and barely restrained power to the procession.

The siege engines, behemoths of war that whispered promises of destruction in their very creaks and groans, moved with a grace that belied their purpose. And at the helm, Burn rode, the embodiment of imperial ambition, on a steed that seemed to snort disdain at the very ground it trod upon.

Yet, for all the might and majesty of this martial display, Burn's purpose was not solely to intimidate.

Because of Morgan Le Fay, the woman who had cursed him with her death—

This was not just a march of conquest but a mission of persuasion, an attempt to bridge the chasm of distrust with words rather than weapons.

Well, if something’s wrong happened, he could just use violence, as long as he didn’t kill the boy.

This curse… as long as the boy was alright, she would break the curse, right? Why would one want to be tied in this kind of soul binding curse together with someone else?

But…

“Tch!”

Burn didn’t like this soft approach.