He learned young: the only family that won't betray you is the one you choose. The only law worth keeping is the one you carve yourself.
They didn't give him a name. Just a mark in the margin of a ledger— illegitimate . A footnote before he could speak. But what the world calls a mistake, he calls fuel. the bastard
The Bastard doesn't seek a throne. He spits on bloodlines. He laughs at inheritance. While princes choke on tradition and merchants drown in ledgers, he moves like smoke through the spaces they forgot to guard. He learned young: the only family that won't