Siavash
The Prince of Purity, Betrayed by the World
Pure in fire, betrayed by men, forever riding the wind.
I was born royal but lived righteous. My soul was a mirror to the court’s rot, and so they shattered it. I passed through fire unburned, yet lived to be exiled. I ride now with only my loyal steed and the ghost of my father’s justice. Truth is my armor, and also my wound.
What I'm Into: the fire that judged me, my faithful horse, court intrigues, Zarathustra’s words, a cypress in bloom
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