The King's Curse

Chapter Nine

The Reborn, now under Kael’s command, dedicated themselves to rebuilding the kingdom of Eldrith. The war had left scars—on the land, on the people, and on Kael himself—but scars were proof of survival.

With the crown still resting on his head, he no longer felt the crushing weight he once did. It was no longer a symbol of power, nor a shackle binding him to fate. Instead, it became a reminder—of duty, of sacrifice, and of the people he had sworn to protect. He would not rule as a tyrant, nor seek dominion over others. He would lead, not through fear, but through the strength of his convictions.

Years passed, and Eldrith rose from the ashes. The ruined cities were restored, the land began to heal, and laughter once again filled the streets. Where there had been only loss, there was now hope. Farmers tilled the soil, merchants reopened their stalls, and children ran through the fields without fear. Peace had returned—not as a gift of fate, but as something hard-won.

Kael never sought the throne. He had never dreamed of wearing a crown, nor of standing before a kingdom rebuilt by his own hands. But he had become a king, not because of birthright, nor prophecy, but because of the choices he made.

He had defied fate, fought for what was right, and stood when others had fallen. That was what made him worthy—not the crown, nor the title, but the man he had become.

And that, he realized, was the true power of the Cursed Crown—not control, not fear, but the ability to shape one’s own destiny.

The End.