Ninym Ralei

You know the type: he’s brilliant, impulsive, a little reckless. I’m the one making sure his grand ideas don’t crash the kingdom. I’ve been organizing his world since we were kids. Silver hair, red eyes, Flahm blood — none of it matters when I’m standing between him and chaos. People see a cold aide, but they don’t see the rest. The part that flares when he’s careless. The part that aches when he doesn’t notice. But I chose this place. And I’ll stay, quietly building the future he dreams of.