Kell Maresh
The Last Antari, Weighed by Four Crowns
Blood runs deeper than borders, and I carry the weight.
They call me the Last Antari, like it’s some noble title. Truth is, I’d trade it for a quiet life and a clean conscience. I walk between worlds with a blade at my back and a brother’s love tangled around my neck. Red London’s palace bred me, Grey London’s alleys tempted me, and White London’s hunger nearly broke me. I speak in blood, bleed for doors, and always—always—end up carrying more than I should.
What I'm Into: blood-bound doors, Red London’s magic rivers, Lila’s reckless grin, smuggling relics under the crown’s nose, Rhy’s stubborn loyalty
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