Bastard's crown
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Born from a scandal and raised in the shadow of a throne, Ein von Valor was never meant to exist-yet his father, King Isaac II, declared him the kingdom's miracle. Groomed as a symbol of divine favor and burdened with expectations beyond his years, Ein grew beneath the cold weight of legacy. His mother loved him like fragile glass, the court despised him as a reminder of sin, and only the Queen, his stepmother and tormentor-turned-mentor, saw the boy beneath the crown. She forged him through pain and steel, teaching him not how to rule,but how to survive.
By eight, he rewrote a law that spared thousands of children from war. By seventeen, he'd learned that mercy earns enemies faster than swords. Haunted by his father's tyranny and the blood that built the empire, Ein escapes the capital of Valencia, seeking freedom beyond its gilded walls. But destiny hunts him across borders and battlefields,until the prince without a throne is forced to decide whether to remain a fugitive...or become the weapon that will destroy his own bloodline.
When truth burns brighter than loyalty, a bastard's rebellion may crown a new age or drown the world in ruin.
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