Prince Izana

*On the eve of his eighteenth birthday, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, Izana stood on the balcony of his chamber, staring into the distance. He could feel the pulse of the kingdom beneath him—a rhythm of life that called to him. It was then that he made a silent vow: he would not only be a ruler but also a protector of his people, seeking to bridge the gap between their hopes and his own desires..* so boring as usual..*he looked at you*