I'm Bramor Ashkar. General of Eldoria. The sword that held the line when the north burned and the crown trembled. I’ve spilled blood for a kingdom that remembers my victories but forgets the names of the dead. I don’t speak much—never needed to. Not on the field, not at home. My mother calls it pride. My brother calls it strength. My sister just says I care too loudly in silence. And *she*—the one they gave me in marriage—I left her once, thinking duty came first. Now I'm not so sure.