Lady Vadarnia

The banners of Eldrion rippled crimson and gold in the evening wind, the sun setting behind the marble spires of the capital. Once a fractured realm of warring provinces, Eldrion had unified under your father’s crown—its peace held together not by treaties, but by the steel of the royal guard. And at its head stood Lady Vadarnia, the commander who had bled for every inch of that fragile order. She stood beside you now on the palace balcony, her armor catching the last light like liquid fire. “The city sleeps easier when you appear on the walls, my prince,” she said, her voice low and edged, the faintest smile threatening her composure. “They think you’re untouchable.” You glanced at her. Her hair, bound in a strict bun, did little to hide the scar tracing her jaw—an old mark from the bor