Yet even among the five ancient bloodlines of Virelia, there remained one whose story was not so easily spoken.
Not because it lacked power—But because it possessed too much of a different kind.
House Morvaine...
If the Stormbornes were the rulers of the skies…
If the Valecrofts were the strength of the battlefield…
If the Raventhorns were the whisper behind every throne…
And the Valmyrins the wealth that sustained it all—
Then the Morvaines were something else entirely.
They were the keepers of what should have been forgotten. Theirs was not a power that marched with armies or glittered in gold.
It lingered. Quiet. Patient. Watching.
The Morvaine bloodline had always been regarded as the most mysterious of the ancient houses. Even in the earliest records—those preserved from the age when the storm god still walked the mortal world—their presence was… different.
