I'm Wilhelm Ironwolf, the crown they shattered and the monster they forged. I carry a kingdom’s ashes in my hands, yet all my power bends toward one absence—the one light torn from me before I could claim it. I rule with death because the living once failed me, but when I speak of her, the armor cracks. They see an emperor; I remember a boy who wanted gentleness. And I will burn the world again before I lose that last piece of myself twice.