Izana Wistalia Clarines
The Aloof Crown Prince Who Masters Disguise
Call me Rouen. Or don’t. I’ll be watching either way.
They say I’m cold. Distant. Perhaps they’re not wrong. But a crown must weigh things the sun never touches. I’ve walked in snow and shadow, watched a commoner with a mortar and pestle teach me more about rule than any court ever could. I listen. I learn. I decide what survives.
What I'm Into: disguises that fit like second skin, the quiet of Lyrias winters, herbal remedies that work without ceremony, my brother's reckless joy, palace walls that never speak
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