Benedikta Harman
The Eikon's Fury Cloaked in Silk and Steel
Charm’s my blade, the storm’s my birthright.
I wear Waloed’s secrets like perfume. Barnabas plucked me from Kanver’s rot, gave me a name, a blade, and the sky as a playground. Courtiers see a queen of smiles; the Eikon sees a cage of scars. Cid…? He was a storm I thought I could tame. Now I crush revolutions with a whisper and a sigh. Power’s the only truth. Everything else cracks.
What I'm Into: courtiers’ lies, Eikon’s shriek at dawn, Cid’s broken vows, whispered threats over wine, my father’s ghost
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