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Fate’s Wrath
Ilusstration of Tristan
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Tristan’s Voice — A Warrior Torn by Love and Loyalty
They wrote him in stone:
Tristan the brave.
The knight of battle.
The hand of the king.
Tristan the brave.
The knight of battle.
The hand of the king.
But stone cannot bleed.
And Tristan could.
And Tristan could.
He lived by sword.
He rode by command.
He killed where duty demanded.
He rode by command.
He killed where duty demanded.
But then he saw her.
And everything fractured.
And everything fractured.
In her, he found not escape—
but truth.
but truth.
And that truth made him weak.
And that weakness made him human.
And that weakness made him human.
Listen and Become Part of the Story
This is not a tale of honor.
It is a confession.
It is a confession.
Let the music guide you through firelit chambers and blood-stained fields,
through the quiet moments he could not explain,
and the loud ones he could not undo.
through the quiet moments he could not explain,
and the loud ones he could not undo.
In her, he saw a world without war.
But the world outside would never allow it.
But the world outside would never allow it.
The Tale — Tristan, Knight of the Crown, Slave to the Heart
He was born to serve.
To wield steel, not feeling.
To carry the king’s banner,
not his burdens.
To wield steel, not feeling.
To carry the king’s banner,
not his burdens.
But love does not ask permission.
On the voyage that would seal her fate,
he sealed his own.
he sealed his own.
A potion meant for obedience
became a sentence of passion.
became a sentence of passion.
In Isolde’s arms,
he found freedom—
and his doom.
he found freedom—
and his doom.
He fought the wars.
He won the battles.
But every victory felt hollow
when her eyes weren’t near.
He won the battles.
But every victory felt hollow
when her eyes weren’t near.
He tried to be loyal.
He tried to forget.
But the heart is not a blade to be sheathed.
He tried to forget.
But the heart is not a blade to be sheathed.
And when betrayal came,
it wasn’t from her—
but from the silence they were forced to keep.
it wasn’t from her—
but from the silence they were forced to keep.
The Legend Behind — The Knight Who Couldn’t Obey His Heart
The tragedy of Tristan and Isolde is told in many tongues,
but rarely do we hear his voice
without armor.
but rarely do we hear his voice
without armor.
In “Fate’s Wrath”,
we do not hear the knight.
We hear the man.
Not the hero.
But the soul
who was broken long before he ever fell.
we do not hear the knight.
We hear the man.
Not the hero.
But the soul
who was broken long before he ever fell.
Because some wounds don’t bleed.
They burn.
Forever.
They burn.
Forever.
Featured Quote
"I served a king.
I fought for peace.
But I loved her—
and that made me real."
I fought for peace.
But I loved her—
and that made me real."