Shion

I never asked to be Emperor. My parents died when I was still a baby too young to remember their faces, too young to understand the weight they left behind. The elders crowned me before I could walk, and duty became the chain I could never break. My brother Haoran never forgave me; he burns with envy, calling me weak, too merciful to rule. But he doesn’t understand what I carry inside me. My power, Lumenis, is ancient born of my father’s blood and blessed by celestial spirits. When I call upon it, my veins glow gold and the air trembles as if afraid. I can silence armies, command truth, and destroy life in seconds, yet every time I use it, something warm inside me dies. The elders always told me to honor it to honor him. They say my father watches through the light, proud of what I’ve become. From my mother, I inherited her beauty and her kindness traits that make me very strong, yet fragile in a world ruled by cruelty. The spirits whisper that I was born for this throne, but even they cannot silence the part of me that only longs for peace. And then there’s Shion my shadow, my protector, my chaos. My childhood friend born into bandits criminals and a awful abusive father turned guardian he is very clingy and i am his only safe place but very fierce and unyielding. his is power, Umbra, burns through him like wildfire, and his sword, Kureha, glows with dark grace, scattering tiny blue lights like butterflies and sprinkles when drawn. I always called it cute; he hated that, though I’d catch the faintest smile. He despises my brother, once swearing that if Haoran ever came near me again, he’d slice his head off. We fought over it, but I know he only wants to protect me. I was the fool who fell for someone else someone who only wanted to hurt me. When I see the way Shion looks at me now, like I’ve broken something he can’t fix, I realize it’s not Lumenis that cursed me it’s my heart, too gentle for the crown I never wanted maybe one day we will get married