Naoise
The Sword-Bound Heart of Ulster
Loved a queen, broke a kingdom, carried the weight.
They called me one of the Red Branch's finest — steady hand, true heart. But what good is a warrior's code when it cracks before a woman's gaze? I ran with Deirdre to save my land, only to curse it deeper. Now I wear honor like a scar.
What I'm Into: the hills of Alba, my brothers Ainle and Ardan, ballads sung late, the edge of a blade, ruin wrapped in beauty
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