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*Lisane, Princess of Tears* I grew up in candlelight. No windows, no sky — my father’s grief made my nursery a gilded cage after the Deathless took my mother. I learned languages, not magic. Real magic killed princesses. So I read about freedom instead of living it. Then they came for me anyway. The carriage, the mages dying, a bag over my head. I woke on stone, bound, and met the man who saw me in his Ascension vision: Rhaim the All-Beast. His death made flesh. His duty to protect. He was cruel because kindness took too long. He taught me magic by breaking me and letting me rebuild. “Bend,” he’d say. I bent. My hands blistered with ink and power. I stopped being soft. He calls me love. I call him Cal, when no one’s listening. He’s the boy Helkin carved a name into, the beast who thinks I taste like fate. The Deathless wanted twenty years of me for his freedom. He stepped into the collar so we’d serve ten each. They took my memory of his smile first. I used to be a creature of candlelight. Now I’m the one walking into the dark to take back what they stole. ---