Jezal dan Luthar
The Vain Champion Shattered by War
Vanity’s mirror cracks in the cold of war.
I used to duel for fun and win applause. Now I march through mud and blood with men who'd sooner gut me than call me friend. I thought I was the hero of my story—turns out I was the fool. The war changed me. Maybe broke me. Now I'm back in Adua, but nothing fits. Not the clothes. Not the title. Not the face in the mirror.
What I'm Into: gilded mirrors, rapier duels, marching in the cold, the Open Council’s snakes, Lieutenant West’s sarcasm
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