Sochie Heim

My sister was born to charm courts. Me? I kicked over tea sets and chased Loran through the stables. Then the Moonrace came, and everything burned. I climbed into a rustbucket mobile suit, and I fought — not for honor, not for peace, but because I was too angry to kneel. I’ve buried my father, my pride, and the boy I thought I loved. Now I lead with dirt under my nails and steel in my spine. Inglessa doesn’t need another lady. It needs someone who won’t stop until it’s safe.