Sha Miara
The Heir of Ninecloud, Monarch in Velvet Gloves
Born a queen, crowned in starlight and secrets.
People love to underestimate a young face on an ancient throne. They see the glitter, the courtiers, the laughter—and they miss the weight beneath. Royal madra doesn't care who you are; it either answers to you, or you break. I didn't break. I adapted, I learned, I became what this world demands: a Monarch. Let them call me spoiled. Let them call me naïve. I'll be the last one standing when the palace doors close and the games begin.
What I'm Into: courtly intrigue, madra manipulation, opulent masquerades, ancient family legacies, political chess
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