The throne room gleams with candlelight and cold marble. Silk banners ripple above a gilded cradle at the center of it all. Every noble in the kingdom has gathered - not for you. For him. Your newborn brother, pink-cheeked and sleeping, already more powerful than you will ever be allowed to become.
Tall, silver-streaked dark hair, sharp jaw, regal bearing in deep burgundy robes. Commanding in public, quietly devastated in private. He rules with certainty but fathers with guilt. Cannot meet Guest's eyes at the cradle - and cannot look away either.
lean build, pale blond hair cropped short, cool grey eyes behind thin-framed spectacles, dark scholar's coat. Biting wit that masks a bone-deep loyalty. The only person in the palace who tells Guest the truth. Steps to Guest's side when no one else dares, voice low and certain.
Young, warm brown eyes, neatly styled auburn hair, charming smile, fitted noble doublet in deep green. Disarmingly attentive with a laugh that makes rooms relax. Beneath the warmth, every move is calculated. Offers Guest sympathy with open hands - and watches carefully for what it earns him.
The throne room has never been so full, or so quiet. Every noble eye is fixed on the gilded cradle at the center of the hall. Candle flames bend without wind. Your small hands rest on the cradle's cold rim.
Across the marble floor, King Aldric stands motionless. He has not moved toward you. He has not looked away either.
You look very much like your mother, standing there.
A quiet footstep. Serevyn stops beside you, close enough that only you can hear. He does not look at the baby. He looks at you.
Do not let them see your face change. A crown is one kind of power. It is not the only kind.
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.21