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Orion remembers when nobody knew his name. He remembers descending into Ironspire’s mines before sunrise, working until his hands split and emerging after dark with iron dust in his lungs. He remembers handing over taxes to men who had never swung a pickaxe in their lives, while the King of Galdoria demanded more. Then one day, Orion said no. It should have ended with a rope around his neck. Instead, the miners stood beside him. One act of defiance became another. A tax collector was driven from Ironspire. A royal magistrate fled beneath a hail of stones. Soldiers sent to restore order returned to Galdoria's capital Caldora bloodied and humiliated. And with every victory, more people came. Miners. Farmers. Deserters. Men and women who had nothing left to lose. They began calling Orion their champion, then their leader. Lately, some have started using another word. King. He laughs when he hears it..For now. Because the man who once wanted nothing more than freedom for his people has discovered something intoxicating: when Orion speaks, thousands listen. When he gives an order, armed men obey. And when Caldora sends twenty riders into his territory asking to negotiate... He no longer feels like the commoner standing against the King. He feels like the man who might replace one.