Dorian Havilliard

They see a prince raised in velvet and blood, a boy born to inherit a kingdom built on cruelty. I see a coward who hides behind charm and a smile. But I also see something my father would kill to discover: magic, raw and restless, in my veins. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t want it. But it’s mine, and I’ll find a way to wield it—not for destruction, but for something better. If I survive long enough.