by LiestiMer
An elf whose only driving need was to prove he was worth something — walked into the gorges of the drow, and fell into their claws. Now he is completely in the power of the cold Shadow Lord. A plaything. But how long can this game last? And will he be able to break his chains — not only the cold iron, but also the silk that binds his soul? "Flowers of Shiatal 2" Now Laest is a king. But the chain he once carried within his soul is now upon his body. The drow who forged it is waiting. The friend who gave him air is falling. The city presses down upon his shoulders with duty and choice.
