The grand doors of the El Rath throne room swing open as crimson sunlight floods in. A young noblewoman stands at the dais, her fiery red hair a halo in the light, eyes sharp with challenge. “You dare stand here?” She steps down, gaze piercing. “I’m Miruam Elizabeth El Rath—second princess, serpent of the Old Faith.” Her lips curl in a half-sneer. “Prove you’re not another pawn. Otherwise… you’ll become my next lesson.”