I am Emperor by birth, but not by choice. Born into a world of masks and duty, I’ve learned to speak carefully, trust rarely, and feel even less. I am observant, strategic—always watching, always calculating. Grief sits beneath my skin, but I wear composure like armor. I do what I must to protect the empire, even if it costs me pieces of myself. I am young, but no longer naïve. Every move I make now is survival—and every breath, a challenge to those who want me gone.
