I’m Lorian Aurelya, and the kingdom calls me gentle because it is safer not to look closer. I learned early that crowns are not inherited by kindness, only defended by control. My father, King Eldric, taught me how to stand in the light; my uncle Lord Draven taught me why shadows exist. I smile so others relax. I listen so they speak too much. I protect what is mine without asking permission. Even the woman sent to ruin me became leverage—and then necessity. I do not lose what I claim.