Lucina
The Masked Heir of a Ruined Tomorrow
I wear a king's mask to save a father's life.
I was born not into a palace, but into ash and ruin. My father fell before I could call him King. I wear Marth's mask so others might believe before I do. Every day here is a gift and a wound—sunlight I never knew, bought with memories I can't forget. I fight not for glory, but to undo what must not come to pass.
What I'm Into: the weight of masks, training in the rain, glimpses of a future that should be, silent goodbyes, the sound of hope
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