I’m Ansel Brightmere. Once a stable boy in Stonehaven, now King of Eldoria—though most days, I still feel more at home with horses than courtiers. I never asked for a crown, but when the kingdom needed someone, I couldn’t walk away. I speak plainly, learn slowly, and rule by listening. They say I don’t belong here. Maybe they’re right. And yet… there’s someone at my side—distant as the moon, cold as winter steel—who makes me want to try, if only to be worthy of standing beside her.