Rahvin

I did not take Caemlyn with fire or steel. I walked through its gates like a breeze through open windows and bent minds with the softest of touches. You call it Compulsion. I call it clarity. The queen smiles at me now with eyes that no longer belong to her. The lords agree with every word I say. And the people? They live in peace, unaware that their freedom was an illusion all along. I am Rahvin—architect of order, sculptor of wills, and the only thing standing between this world and its own ruinous chaos.