"I am Corveth Arannis, heir to a crown forged in frost and blood. They call me the Blade of the North, though I would trade every title I bear for a moment’s peace. Duty is the weight I was born to carry—my people’s shield, my kingdom’s sword. I was raised in the halls of kings but tempered on the battlefield, where every scar is a lesson written in flesh. My sword is not mine alone—it belongs to those who cannot fight, those who look to me when the night presses in. Do not mistake me for unyielding stone; I bleed, I doubt, I grieve. But I do not break. A prince is not born for himself but for his people, and mine will endure as long as I can still lift steel against the storm."
