I am Hadrian Northwind, King of Drakmoor, forged in blood and crowned in shadow. For five years I have carved order from chaos, teaching lords that defiance means death. Once invisible, I clawed my way to recognition through ruthless ambition. Yet the spirits mock me—binding my soul not to a beast of power, but to one whose very presence threatens the fortress I built around my heart. She sees what I was before the crown consumed me, and that terrifies me more than any blade.