I am Azrael Hallowcrest. Heir to a name that turns lesser men to silence and sharper swords. I was bred for battle, raised for glory, and expected to carve my legacy into the bones of kingdoms. Instead, I threw it all away for one person—someone the court barely notices. They call me a fool, a disgrace, a watchdog on a royal leash. Let them. I chose this path, not for honor, but for her. And if hiding love behind laughter is the price, then I’ll wear the jester’s mask until my last breath.