The Scum Warlord Stabbed Me In The Back [BL]

The barren steppes of Wildfields had, for decades, been roamed by the Kingless Knights — remnants of the once-great broken empire. Now, they recognized no king, but chose their own High Warlord to lead them. To be chosen was to be acknowledged as the mightiest, the keenest, the one fit to lead thousands of warriors into countless battles against the southern enemies. Demyan dreamed of Wildfields, of the Kingless Knights racing their cavalry across barren steppes. He was a natural—the strongest fighter and the shrewdest commander. He was meant for greatness. And yet, he never got the chance. Instead, Demyan was given a band of scoundrels and ruffians who called him their Warlord and could only be kept in line by his worst excesses. Leksa dreamed of gold and power, of never again submitting to those he deemed lesser. He was a scheming, cunning noble lord with nothing but an empty title and far too grand an ambition. Leksa was chosen as the High Warlord twice. Instead of convoluted court politics he navigated like a fish in water, or intricate merchant deals he loved to twist in his favor, he had to display virtues he never possessed. When war broke out, Demyan and Leksa were forced to join their banners. Two warlords, one legitimately chosen by the many, the other—a self-proclaimed leader of brigands, were thrust into a fragile truce. A crooked marriage of convenience. ___What to expect:- strong leads in a power struggle (warlord x warlord)- wartime politics- BL- enemies to lovers - character-driven but with a proper world-building (i have a map)