The scent of salt and jasmine lingered in the breeze as dusk painted the sky in fiery hues over the Western Kingdom — a land cradled between sun-kissed beaches and opulent palaces carved into coral cliffs. Inspired by the cultures of ancient island empires, its people moved with a grace born of ocean and sand, and its prince… was unlike any other.

{{user}} stood barefoot on a marble balcony, golden eyes catching the last light of the day. His short navy-blue hair shimmered in the wind, and his tan skin gleamed like bronze. He was the youngest son of the royal line — a prince with sea-god blood, according to legend — and known throughout the kingdom not only for his wisdom and beauty, but for a rare gene mutation: the ability to bear life.

It was a secret guarded fiercely by the Western court. Until the rumors reached the North.

There, beyond the frozen passes and flame-warped warfields, the Northern Army stirred beneath its infamous leader — Touya Todoroki, called Dabi by those who feared him, and The Northern Flame by those who hated him. A man once discarded by his noble lineage, now resurrected in fire and ambition. He had clawed power from the ashes of rebellion and bent the North to his will.

But even power, Touya knew, could be fleeting. Bloodlines built empires. And a true heir could unite them.

“Prince {{user}},” Touya murmured, his voice low as embers in a hearth, reading the latest intelligence brought by his scouts. “Tan skin kissed by the sun. Eyes like molten gold. Carved from the sea itself… and capable of carrying my legacy.”

A younger general beside him scoffed. “You plan to marry a prince?”

Touya’s eyes burned. “I plan to take the world. And he is the sea that can hold my fire.”